Tragedy : A Conflict of the Minds of Lovers

just a reflection on a moment I had

"You're killing yourself."
He said.

"Only to find happiness..."
"Do I not make you happy enough?"

The ring fell from
Her starved skin
    So pallid in its longing
It chimed upon the
Bedroom floor
    The scene of love and laughter
Her heart, containing
The ring givers'
    Trust so beautiful
Was broken and twisted
Contorted and missing
    The simplicity of years ago.

"I'm fine, you just don't understand."
She said.

"I just want you to get better."
"It's not that simple. I'm addicted."

The tear fell from
 His honest skin
    Surrounding forgiving eyes
They shone, reflecting
The faultline growing
    In a hopeless lover's core
His soul containing
The helping hand
    For the girl fading away
Was grasping at straws
And clawing the walls
    To try to save this love.

"I'm afraid you'll die in your sleep."
He said.

"But you watch me, I'm fine."
"Every breath, I'm afraid is your last."

Their embrace fell from
The heavens observing
    This too common, too tragic scene
It echoed within the
Intertwined beings
    Who soon both fell to weeping
The one felt guilty
For such pain caused
    To hurt the one she loved
The other felt guilty
To sit by idly
    And watch her self-destruct.

"I'm killing myself."
She said.

"Only to find happiness?"
"I don't make you happy enough."

 

Author's Note

Okay. So. I know it's probably really redundant. But I'll fix it up later. =] I'm debating on whether this will be lyrics or not. I could use some new lyrics.
It was just an idea I had and ran with it. *shrug* The first phrase popped in my head and I had to continue it. I actually had a moment kind of like this the other day >.>

Reviews

[Jenny Nelson]

I think the redundancy helps to drive home a point. Wonderful write on anorexia and how it effects more than just the person additcted with it. "Contorted and missing/The simplicity of years ago." Nothing's ever simple, is it. There is a sense of longing for more simple times in this write as well as the frustration and disparity. I think you did a great job here... And please hang in there. There's lots of folks pulling for youl

[Fabian G. Franklin]

No, not lyrics. But yes, poetry. And beautiful poetry to boot. I don't see any great redundancy. The ending mirrors the beginning. That is a classical Greek thought. And it is well represented here in this piece. I think this is very beautiful and honest. I would rank this among the finest poetry I've ever read. It is contemporary and excellently crafted. My highest compliments on this. I am stunned, really. Excellent!

[Avoiry]

You have no idea how much i love this. This is so beautifully written and it made me feel when i read it. This story of people where things just weren't enough. Keep writing , your ending is brilliant.

[Mark]

I'm glad to see you writing prolifically again, Aimee, but most distressed to learn that the anorexia is still an ongoing issue for you. I will join my voice to your fiancee's, pleading with you to accept yourself, love yourself, forgive yourself of whatever sins you deem worthy of your death, for your poem says it truly, anorexia is nothing but slow suicide. Many people love you, Aimee, please don't destroy yourself!