izz_midnight

He's just a friend,

And that is enough.

I know that fact for sure

And I'm certain he knows it too.

No matter what you say, 

Rosalind, with the bedroom of her heart.

Rosalind, laughing alone among beauty. 

The mirror was laughing at her,

Behind her, looking straight through her. 

Rosalind left and discovered writing.

What you gave me everyday

Was never really love. 

It was toxic, poison, 

You stained my blood black.

All of your words

I realize were all lies. 

Even the ring on my finger

I run to the forest, 

The colors remind me

Of the color my eyes aren't. 

Your screams are still in my ears,

They still echo

Against the blank canvas out here. 

You push me out to sea

With every toll life takes. 

My wood is deteriorating 

With thousands of years. 

I've held village girls

And I've held mothers. 

Anxiety is encircling my fingers,

Every move I feel a twitch. 

This pain is nothing new

And now my heart has a stitch. 

I didn't want to break your heart