PENELOPE’S FLOWER - POEM
You are the one who pumps life into my heart
My mouth is dry, as I sweat bullets
My thirst is unquenchable, I fall to my knees
You are lethal to me, your touch is like poison
My lungs swell up, filling with blood
I suffocate on what you have given me
Yet it is not enough, it never will be
I could sit with you in silence forever
Your hatred to me feels more like love than the affection any of another
You are sweet like Red Wine that came from bitter Grapes
And just like how Love came from Pain
Yet you are faithful, and I am bitter
100 suitors, you denied them all
My sword has sunken so deep, I am walking iron
I see you in everything
I see you in the trees, in the grass
I see you most of all in a rose
The hurt you give me only makes me more impassioned
The light in your eyes could lead me down a dark road
And your silhouette is like a blueprint of heaven
Your body is one that kingdoms would go to war for
Where guns would blaze, and swords would cut
Wound for wound, until both sides would die
And you would be left a widow, not even alive
I bow down to your feet and look up into your eyes
My hands touch yours and I feel at peace
I would climb the tallest mountains just to push them
I would cut through the densest jungles
I would make skyscrapers into rubble for you
Just so you had a clear view of the sky
Your eyes are an entrance to an infinite void
An infinite void I’d never avoid,
You sting me repeatedly, yet it feels euphoric
You are my poem, you are my song
My words cannot capture the joy you bring me
Nor contain the sadness you have brought me
Your hair is as soft as the clouds,
My hands run through your strands, healing my wounds
You have nurtured the child inside of me that died long ago
You have brought me back to life, my voice cannot give you justice
We have been through the cycle of Love & Death since Adam and Eve
I sit in the fire of Hell, agonized by mistakes
and the tears you cry for me drop into the flames
They are like a letter from you, comforting me even in death
You consume all the space in my head
Your smile is what makes my world go round
I wake up with your voice echoing in my thoughts
The gifts I gave you are naught
You tried to explain that my love was enough
But the language barrier between us was strong
My upbringing perhaps drowned real compassion
I have been stunted to act in words, not action
Lean on my shoulder and I will try; I promise
Penelope, I give you flowers but you are my rose
Penelope, I give you my everything but you are my world
I have tried to destroy for you, I am Odysseus
You have tried to heal in spite of me, Penelope
I am naught!
The eyelashes that leave you when you cry outweigh my humanity
The lochs of hair that escape your head under the water carry more dignity than my whole person
I could never express what peace you gave me
I tried to show it in all the ways
I could build a castle dedicated to you
I could write a book of pros dedicated to you
I could spend my life living with you
I could use my time singing your praises
No matter what I do, none of it will even make a dent
My musing about you is like a grain of sand
On a beach that sprawls across an infinite plain
And the water that flows is calling your name
When I am gone, I hope you move on from me
I cannot let you go, yet your tears will keep me cool from the fires of hell
The greatest gesture you gave me was an act of grief
I give you gold, pearls, and land but love is what is unseen
My clarity is gone, and I am far far away
The crucifix of turning my shoulder to your warmth
Denies my salvation, and seals my heartbreak
Oh, Penelope, I cannot forgive you.