Muse Abuse

Beauty holds many
Forms, visual to
Psychological.
She arrived in red,
Swirling fire,
Demanding desire.
I left on Tuesday,
Searching for more,
She didn't wait,
Left straight through
The door.  I smiled,
Wondering where
My mind was. Lesson
Learned.  Tuesdays,
Forever a horror day,
But I'll forever adore
That day... the day
I found love, and lost
Love.

She left in silence,
I went mad in
Isolation.  Torment,
Anguished..

Lesson learned.

Beauty holds many
Forms, a sadness
Of a life lived, and
A sadness of a life
Lost. Emotions,
Actions... Interact
Commingling.
Conspiring destruction,
Self-destruction.

She held my heart,
And dropped it
In the gutter.