All That Is Good Dies Before You Poem by Gainor Ventresco

You're going to kill this for me
I can tell.

Your black, insideous presence
will strangle this love.
The deranged familiarity of your destructive words
paralyzes me.
Every last morsel of my fragile psyche,
that you violently tore away,
is now stuck in my throat
along with my pride.
Each tender, hopeful blossom
which has had the will to bloom here,
in the barren poisoned earth of my soul
you crush.
You force me to embrace my insignificance,
teach me to be untrusting
to doubt beauty
to question truth
to endlessly look for the hidden meaning
to listen for the dirge
inside the symphony.

You are in bed with my lover and me,
violating my mind
reminding me I'm unloveable
worthless
ugly
And then your the empty place beside me
smug and self righteous.

I want to kill you more than ever
deafen my mind to your maniacal voice
But my methods of exorcism only make you stronger
Once again
all that is good dies before you
Once again
you prove me to be a weak and cowardly oppopnent
Your hands around my throat
wrenching the love from my heart.