Destruction Of Beauty

This particular poem was rather short and unfortunately not so sweet, lol. This was inspired by a daydream of sorts that I had. I imagined one of those lifetime-move kind of scenarios where a woman is home alone. She discovered that her boyfriend has been unfaithful to her. And in a truly pathetic occurance, he does this because she "made him wait." So she is hurt, as a woman would be, and to make up for his sin, he sends her a bouquet of roses. And what insues in the poem, is her reaction to the almost lackadaisical way he apologies for putting her through the worst heartbreak she has ever encountered.


"Destruction Of Beauty"
2009

In a short outburst of violence,
She strangles her bouquet
Of flowers more than helpless,
Which brings her much dismay
As the petals softly kiss her hands,
A colored trail is seen
So she starts to cry and wash them but,
They're still not feeling clean
You wonder what on Earth could cause this,
But this story's often told
It's when the one you love has found,
A more impressive soul to hold
And first she found his letter,
Filled with scribbled words to read
Which contained some ultimatum that
She didn't know to heed
And inbetween his sentences,
Were memories he would taint
With insincere apologies
Bookended by complaints
But her eyes were moving faster,
As each line had reached its' end
Still pouring over every word
She was trying to comprehend
Why this note was lacking
The explanation she deserved
For destroying the inner beauty that
She was fighting to preserve
But now her inner shine was gone
Leaving despair inside its' wake
For our hearts are often strongest 'til
They're bruised and forced to break
But this man left for pastures green
That he saw through the fence
Thinking she would never compromise
Or start making any sense
See, he was never used to heaing no
And she had some self-respect
Meaning she would not be added to
The belt notches he collects
So the issue was never raised
He just upped and left instead
And found a pair of what were not wings
That were eager just to spread
But dogs are often said to lay
Where the fleas will give them room
So that's the reason roses wilt
Instead of pleasing when they bloom
Which makes these roses living proof
Of a beauty once destroyed
When the actions of a foolish man
Ruined a day she once enjoyed
But redemption was in her reach
And defiant's how she stood
Screaming that she'll never let again
Someone ruin all that's good
So she crumbled up his letter
And felt the slightest hint of guilt
But she will have the final laugh
Once her inner beauty is rebuilt.