Pyrrhic Victory

You were my world.

Shifting, tears pursue white cheeks
Bitter biddings trickle in rivers,
Bedraggled, trapped in annexe
Of old day dreams that brew
In delicious images stuttering.

Escape an option for elves,
Pixies beckon desperately, while
Merciless portal slams shut.
Relics remain, lover of words
Continues play through twisted wires,
Ritual of cold dawns, sunless skies,
Beating of heart unable to deny
Stirrings that ache, hemmed in by the lies
Of an idol living life in a carnival
Mastery at games singing songs,
Caressing each time freedom looms
Just enough to open door
To amputate all feelings true.

No love worth torrential agony
No matter what creeps slyly
To lie inside tormenting.
Dismantle memories long past,
Trade tardy grayness of me,
Return skin I loved and lived in,
Prize of you existed in state of mind,
Ruinous lies accursed with regrets,
Strewn strife topples brokenly.
You thought to fuck with my life?

A Pyrrhic victory indeed.
Pull shutters down on messy play,
Quicken step as I walk away.

PLEASE.

Never again speak.
Love whispered is diseased
Ring that binds chokes, distorted,
Move away, nest elsewhere,
No battle is worthy of her.
Speak not of my skin you adore,
Or memories we shared,
Or greenness of lovers eyes,
Kisses that sinfully silenced,
Half baked promises, utter no more,
Hush mesh created behind closed door,
I fought, struggled for truth at cost,
Just couldn’t win bloody barbaric war.
World you created, I half blind
Failed to slip into even for you.
You’re not worth the loss
Of my life blood,
While foundations of you and I roar.