Losing Love

Your words tore open,
an already wounded heart.
My hardened exterior I presented,
while inside I fell apart.

Coldness spread,
from my eyes to my lips;
and I knew.
There would be,
no more--
passionate kisses. . .
from you.

Dirty wings-- once
beautiful,
now bare a mark
as ugly as my soul.
Deep blue eyes
full of pain,
the sun smiled on them
only yesterday.

Why do you hurt me,
when you say you love me?
What has happened here?
The poison you drink in,
is nothing
compared to the venom
you spit back out
my dear. . .