It doesn’t have to be skillful strokes of a paintbrush,
A blank canvas would love
even the abstract splashes of colours on it
It doesnt have to be a particular kind
to be perfect
You ask me what is art,
The stain of blood in the creases of my fingers
And spilled ink
I am not afraid of love
I put it to sleep
in the chambers of my heart
and slit its throat
I am not scared of you
Your pretty face couldn’t be a nightmare
if it wanted to
You have no weapons
Just hearts and flowers
Those flowers will wilt
and the heart wont beat if I pull it out
I am saving myself
from the parasite inside me
and you think
I am running from you?
Your anger,
Baby it burns like fire
You walk out and slam the door
But storms dont last forever
Your words,
Venom coated goodbye,
You are never coming back
Oh but you will!
I will make you
Your fury is as arousing
As my love is madness
I could hold you captive,
Lock us both in forever
And listen to you spit out words of hate
As the rich taste of dark poetry
Trickles down my throat like whiskey
I was once
in love with a man
Who broke my heart
Stamped on the pieces
And turned them to dirt
So I waited
Until I learned to function
Without a heart.
Then I wrenched his daughters’ out
tied them to his shoelaces
And asked him to walk
As it turned out
He couldnt take a step forward
I was no man’s daughter
Hence so easy to break my heart
Think of me
As your favourite book;
Familiar tales,
Memorized phrases,
Dogeared pages,
But with torn chapters-
Missing prologue
Think of me
As a misleading lane;
That winds around
The purlieu of my life
But turns away right at the corners
That I do not want you to see
I may be the moon of your life
You may see through me
Like you are my soul’s eye
But the moon has its dark blemishes-craters
And I have my own clandestine corners
Stories of unabsolved disdain,
Traces of blistering touch,
Faces of daunting demons;
Haunting my soul in the deserts of my pain
You may have seen my tears
But you have only tasted
The froth of my pain
For my dregs dont weep
They are fifty shades darker
Than the vault I have locked them in
You will never know they are there
You will never see
I will entomb them
In the womb of the Earth
With the charcoal of my bones
And then will I be free
aphroditeanderson 