Ireland.

Ireland's beauty beseeches me, calls me in and carries me throughout the world, high above its winds. I listen to its Celtic breeze, it whispers softly then lures me deep. I trestle through its forests, bountiful and lush, only to realize that I should have been in more of a rush. I find it's castles so alive with history, that mysteriously I hear life within their walls. At night, the winds turn warm and fill me with a rush of blood. It rolls me down its hills in the day, bouncing me seductively with each tumble, I fall deeper in love. It protects me at night in its endless caves, the ones in which I could stay all day. I embrace its sensational prowess, and let it unleash its majestic passion unto me and into me as it washes over me. I scream aloud in Gaelic, as I burst with pride and pleasure.

New Beginnings.

I found a reason not to cry, reflected deep within your eyes. You revealed the secret to life, removed the knife that pierced my heart. From lovers in the past, the ones that I knew would never last. My charms, my wit are now yours, too. I am ecstatic we let this ensue. I promise to keep you near, protect you from the dark. I'll provide you shelter from the storm, and my hands will always keep yours warm. You have shown me how to love, that I need not be enchanted from above. I can see through new eyes, and I now see that you are my prize. For withstanding a decade of hate, your lips have since sealed my fate. I can envision us dancing in the rain, our bodies moving as one, divine as vintage champagne. Together we will go far, take flight and touch the stars. I will be your shepherd, and guide your way when you are lost. You can be my sorcerer, I'll buy your magic at any cost. We will rule the world, go where no man has before. But this time I won't be afraid, because your love has opened many doors.

Marionette.

The lines of my smile are aligned with sorrow, although they were once filled with love. The wrinkles on my face are contrived of spite, now that push has turned to shove. Controlled for so long, I lost myself along the way. I have become a victim of the most passionate, fiery kind of love. It wreaked its havoc on my soul, and has filled me with fears that will stay until I am bitter and old. The remnants of my sanity have been tossed into the wind, and now I will be endlessly searching for a cure to ease the suffering. You tricked me into believing that you may have been the one. I gave you my world, bought you the stars, and praised you as if you were the sun. I was so naive to think you provided me shelter from the storm. As now, in retrospect, I see that it was all a means to transform. You have made me your puppet, a mere marionette; I danced insipidly on the strings that you held within your hands. Your friends were your audience, as you laughed and you cheered. How foolish of me to assume this was love, as I stood in awe as you wickedly sneered. All that I feared was reflected in your eyes, and now I realize it was me your eyes despised. Nothing could make me return to your hypnotizing lullabies. Beg and plead as you may, manipulation will be of no assistance. I have broken free, immune again and resistant. I assure you that this time my vision has cleared and I will surely keep my distance.

Symbol.

And like a knife you still cut so deep, that I have to pretend that I am asleep. I refused to make a sound, as this pain was much too deep. Like a miser, you always made me feel so cheap. As I lie in bed, and gently weep. I cry for the years that I wasted on you. I hunger for the time that you managed to accrue. And like a tattoo, you cannot come undone. Much too permanent, more visible when I'm in the sun. The faces around me, they can all see my sorrow. As I brush them under the rug, repress them again, for tomorrow. I pretend that they are fake, that they merely do not exist. Then I realize I am caught within the midst, of your torture and torment, you always seem to persist. Until I am crying out loud, begging to slit my wrists. I am much stronger than this, I trick myself into believing that I can prevail. Yet, whenever I try, my body feels so frail. Brittle are my bones, they have almost turned to dust. I often wonder whether our love was truly lust. Our bodies have started to rust, as love is now looked upon with disgust. Rarely discussed, a common issue of mistrust. I look into your eyes, hoping to see my path. But all I seem to see is your misplaced wrath. Somehow you still assume that I am the one to blame, when it was always you that established these pubescent games. I am no longer a child, I know wrong from right. But when it comes to you, it seems that I am stripped of my sight. Every left turn I am supposed to take, somehow turns into a right. My judgement has taken flight, and I am filled with nothing, if not fright. The heights that we ascended to, now seem meagre in retrospect. Now that I reflect, I can see your true defects. You were greedy and so vain. Neglectful, like a clown who has forgotten how to entertain. Somehow you refrained from leaving, and always remained by my side. I always listened to my heart, and my mind I had denied. Now that I see clearly, I know you are solely in my past. I simply view you as a symbol, of the lessons that I have surpassed.