(2009) For Him. Poem by Deana Rode

In you I thought I found the cure
to this disease I seemed to have with pretty boys
who only left me bleeding on the floor
and a broken memory of what had been..

You weaved your spell around me
and I succumbed to your persistence
allowed myself to believe I was worth something
other than the wasteland I always lived in..

Flowers began to bloom on charred grounds,
sunlight began piercing through thick ebony clouds;
warmth filled my eternally cold bones,
Life began shinning once more in my vacant eyes..

Tonight you took it all away;
destroyed the flowers, covered the light,
brought back the ice of my sadness, the death back to my insides...

All the words you said were thrown into the fires;
the spell you casted removed from my healing home,
Leaving me bleeding on the floor
with only a broken memory of what had been.