Scorned Love Poem by Ashleigh Wiggins

Blindly I stay, wrapped in silk;
Restrained by ties of honeyed words,
Tightened by claws of silver birds.

Darling, how your tongue does burn,
These infinite words, yet to be heard.
You use your talents to mock, demean.

Raging inside me is a storm of destruction,
Darling, I've grown tired of obeying your whims
My Love, a tragedy you speak so ruthlessly.

Why do you blind me to the beauty of the sun?
For now it scorches me, just for fun.
Why am I deafened to the whispers of leaves?
or the proclamation of love from its source?

My darling, were you envious of my vibrant soul?
That these oceans crashed with such wrath,
And my song caused others to kneel?
Is that your validation for such atrocity?

I wonder, would you survive the poison you fed me?
The very poison scorned from the depths of your love-
And forged in the embers of your narcissism.
Would you withhold this pain, from your very sword?

My armour is made of grounded stars,
The very ones you promised me in the face of loyalty.
Yet you expect me to hide away-
bowed to your desires,
Akin to your thirst,
A prey to your sense of worth.

I will build your cage of wrathful tears,
My agony to withhold your prayers-
never reaching merciful ears.

My darling, you will learn your wretched place.
that stays neither in heaven nor hell-
a place for you carved upon my shell.

My darling, you thought you were my master.
A false prophet would've believed a better lie,
For you were a pawn in my lovely, little game.
A game, where once you reigned a villain,
But alas, were you only a veil.

Darling, I am disgusted for ever calling you mine.
Regret it is that burns inside of me,
to have ever, even for once called it love.