A Girl Named Beauty
This isn't a love poem.
He circled her in the warmth of his arms
She was content there
At home there
Every aspect of joy was found there
But this isn't a love poem
Maybe it was at one time
But that's shattered now
All because of a girl
Whose name means beauty
A girl named Beauty
A dark-haired goddess
Full of peace and understanding
Full of grace and love
A girl slower to anger
A girl quicker to patience
Perfection personified
A girl infinitely better
Than the one he was with
It was to her he gave
Something he couldn't give his own
Everything that was hers
Was given to Beauty
And when she found this
She screamed at him
Until it ripped her throat out
As viciously as he had ripped out her heart
She screamed
Until her voice gave out
And was reduced
To the merest whisper
She sobbed
Sobs that shook her body
As the pain she felt
Seemed to shake the very earth
She sobbed until her body ached
She cried
Her eyes pouring out
Every lie of love and exclusivity
He had ever told her
Until the salt from her tears
Dried to her lashes
Like crystalline snowflakes
And when she wiped at her eyes
Her lashes were ripped out
Her face was red and contorted
She cried in such an ugly way
Her hair was disarrayed
She did not look pretty
She could never be as beautiful
As Beauty
She could never be as patient
As Patience
She could never be as perfect
As Perfection
And with that realisation
She deflated
Her sense of worth fled her
She gave up
And when the morning came
And the sunlight trickled in
And she had cried all her tears
And could sob no more
And was silenced by her own screaming
And she felt the emptiness of nothing
She left
She opened the door
And the morning sun streamed in
She looked back
At how its light touched his face
He slept, unconcerned
No tears had left salt in his lashes
No sobs had racked his body
No screams had torn his throat
He slept in peace
Untormented by the charm of another
To steal his love away
He just simply slept
And she hoped that when he woke
All of her pain would be his
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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