Poetic Justice

My Fixer

"I've hurt before,
I've hated before.
I've turned colorful rainbows,
Into crimson blood.
I've turned perfected glass,
Into shattered pieces that digs into skin.
I've turned bright eyes,
Into tear-filled ones.

The ground was once made of gold,
Now it remains nothing but pointless dust,
The sky once offered an amazing blue,
But as soon as it met my pained eyes,
It turned into a black hole of nothing."

I say this with tears in my eyes,
And beg you to leave,
"Leave before I turn you,
Oh beautiful you,
Into the weeping of my soul,
Leave,
Before I take your hand in mine,
And bestow my curse upon you,
My curse to turn all that's perfect,
Into hard, cold stone."

But you smile,
Which angers me more,
"Stop smiling,
I'll be too tempted to turn it into tears"
I demand.

You reach for my hand.
"You can't take my hand,
Or you'll turn me into stone,
So I'll take yours,
And turn you into flowers."
Is all that you say.

"You can't heal,
You only destroy,
Is what you tell me,
Well I can heal,
Especially the destroyed,
I turn them from broken,
Not into whole,
But something more."
You smile.

"I'll take your blood,
And make it a rainbow,
The rainbow it once was,
Because I am the colour,
In your world of black and white."
You say as you wipe my wrist.

"And those tears that you speak of,
Show me where they are,
Look in the mirror."
You say as you hand me one.

I turn to my reflection,
A smile is pinned on my face,
A sight that's hardly ever seen.

You place my hands on your heart,
"You may run away,
But I will always chase you,
You can't turn me into bleakness,
If I first turn you away from your weakness."

"I know you say you'll leave,
But my love,
How I will follow."
You say.

I look up at you in awe,
My beautiful little fixer.

~n.s