I refuse

As a young woman,

Full of passion, life and opportunity

I refuse,

To let my heart atrophy

With the remembered pangs

Of a love once had.

For all...

For all the personal wrongs you've ever done,

For all the passive insults muttered,

For all the tears I've shed,

For all the great sobs, coughing up the gaping pieces of my broken heart,

For the complete and total devastation of my love

For all the harsh betrayal that shattered my world,

Now,

I can barely remember your face.

Jackie

Stubborn little Jackie Frost has returned,

Indigenous and proud.

He's dancing across the trees,

Skirting down the branches.

Crimson leaves have fallen,

Blood red droplets splattered across my car.

Pleased, Jackie has decided to make them stick.

He sweeps snow-white hands across the metal,

Presses numb thumbs into the glass.

Frost takes over,

Glassy spider webs

Reclaiming the man-made,

One at a time.

Opposition

The more you distinguish yourself from nature,

With all of your technology,

The more nature opposes your existence.

Gardens of Blood

Love is a rose,

That is the famous saying.

It's aroma is sweet and distinct.

Some breeds are quick to bloom,

With loud bursts of short-tempered life and vibrant colors.

Others are slower

And require much fuss and hard work to coax them to a bud.

The thorns are numerous and razor tipped,

Expert tools at pricking the flesh of the young

And my hands are shredded to ribbons

In my eager plucking deep within these gardens of blood.

Love

Only the most passionate love could create such boiling hatred.

Forever

It's funny how a string of fear can sever what was supposed to last forever.