(“Cold Heart” by Peaches_Ana—www.deviantart.com)

Using the prompt of @writingprompt : “elegant tragedy”

She pulls at her heartstrings….
spreads herself too thin…
stretches who she is…
to become what he wants….

An impeccable flower…
unbruised by the elements…
A star unscathed by the universe…
a virginal white rose.

But deep in her soul…
she crawls on hot coals of discontent…
her heart beating only for his pleasure….
Nothing but his approval can soothe her.

Lost in the desperation of her twisted reflections…
Despairing in her flawed beauty…
wincing at his cold words…
Melting with his warm kisses…

He must love her…..

He should….

If only she could match the steps of angels
he sees in the street…
She could never
be the feathered goddess in his dreams….
Never be the siren of his illusions…

So she swathes herself in her confusion…
an elegance behind her sadness…..
and falls deeper into the tragedy of her own creation…
Attempts to improve perfection for his love….

If only she could see the warrior buried in her eyes.

Her heart is what blinds her to the beauty of her own love.