Carved through her chest lay
Scars she had spun
A gossamer of lost webs
The predator to herself.
Don't call her a victim.
Don't call her a predator.
Standing by the window sill
Her abluvion looks down below
Her head still high
Stuck in denial.
Don't call her a dreamer.
Don't call her infirm.
Beleaguered after a battle
Scathed with scars
Healing the wounds concealed
Below sleeves and calves.
Don't call her weak.
Don't call her strong.
Dalliances with men with cheap
Liquor and eyes
Cynosure of lust and
Submissive to the lies.
Don't call her beautiful.
Don't call her easy.
Waltzing with ebullience and
A dissembled smile
Her dulcet words weave love
And inimical eyes.
Don't call her pretentious.
Don't call her 'mine.'
Held on to you when you
Needed the strength
She makes you fall in love
Effervescent breaths.
Don't call her unfaithful.
Don't call her lovable.
Ineffable stories, sparkling wine
Drowsy words and sloppy lies
Dripping lust and part time smiles
Kisses on the neck and late goodbyes.
Don't call her mysterious.
Don't call her indecisive.
Maybe within her exists shades of
Blue, black and gold,
Or maybe she is a breathing zephyr
Along with calm seas and oceans
You spent so long trying to figure out just
How her mind works
Darling, you can't fathom the
Paradigm on which she works,
Inured and tired she can walk with
The strength of a new recruit,
Her mind can be a living hell or
The elixir to the hues,
Alas, her conflicts might seem so bemusing
Because conflated within her are
Mercurial musings.
Scars she had spun
A gossamer of lost webs
The predator to herself.
Don't call her a victim.
Don't call her a predator.
Standing by the window sill
Her abluvion looks down below
Her head still high
Stuck in denial.
Don't call her a dreamer.
Don't call her infirm.
Beleaguered after a battle
Scathed with scars
Healing the wounds concealed
Below sleeves and calves.
Don't call her weak.
Don't call her strong.
Dalliances with men with cheap
Liquor and eyes
Cynosure of lust and
Submissive to the lies.
Don't call her beautiful.
Don't call her easy.
Waltzing with ebullience and
A dissembled smile
Her dulcet words weave love
And inimical eyes.
Don't call her pretentious.
Don't call her 'mine.'
Held on to you when you
Needed the strength
She makes you fall in love
Effervescent breaths.
Don't call her unfaithful.
Don't call her lovable.
Ineffable stories, sparkling wine
Drowsy words and sloppy lies
Dripping lust and part time smiles
Kisses on the neck and late goodbyes.
Don't call her mysterious.
Don't call her indecisive.
Maybe within her exists shades of
Blue, black and gold,
Or maybe she is a breathing zephyr
Along with calm seas and oceans
You spent so long trying to figure out just
How her mind works
Darling, you can't fathom the
Paradigm on which she works,
Inured and tired she can walk with
The strength of a new recruit,
Her mind can be a living hell or
The elixir to the hues,
Alas, her conflicts might seem so bemusing
Because conflated within her are
Mercurial musings.