Loves Not Blackmail

Some people get a kick out of taking out anothers heart and spitting on in, what happens when you meet someone forgiving :).

 Perverse is the eyes,

sly in that drunken haze,

where you gain ground,

as it falls beneath feet.

 

 The golden irides,

once shimmering,

now rejected and dull,

wade in bad karma.

 

 Those masks falling,

unravel layers of sadness,

despite strong posture,

empathetically I feel you.

 

 Regretful,

forcing away compassion,

destitute of love,

now understanding shame.

 

 Grateful to you,

my tigerlily,

for love isn't blackmail,

but a rose to bloom.