I had a rose within my hand

Poured my heart out without shame

Agonised those painful hours to gain a petty dollar,

To purchase the beautiful thing.

I handed it to my love, and smiled

Though you watched me from afar

With a jaded grin, your malicious intent

In spite of me, and my emotional wellbeing.

I held her gentle hand ever so carefully

Trotting lightly through the hostile battlefield

The one you created through the rumours

The voices in the distance

The teasing and taunting you created,

To pry upon the weak –

To make your own self feel popular.

Yet what did you truly achieve,

Other than the loss of a true friend?

I cannot write without a passion

I cannot dance without a flame

But you tore away at my work

And stared at it with malice.

I did not turn my eye away,

Yet I tried and searched for the beauty

You have within.

I cannot stare upon you with hatred,

Nor despise or dislike

Though what you showed me, twoface

Was not brought by the kin of Gemini

But a jealousy you possess deep within

Your subconscious, desire and destiny.

I do not know what I did to deserve this

Though repeating it would make me

A lesser monster than you.

You are horrible, but you are beautiful.

You show me hatred, you show dislike,

Though I see the beauty within you.

I beg you see to what you have done

And realise, I wish not an enemy of you

But the beautiful one inside who has buried itself.