Image credit: http://www.wallpaperhere.com
I bloomed late
And rather disconsolate
Not inclined
To intimacy or to
Co-habitate
But in those brittle years
At any rate
I rose my eyes above
My fear and gazed
I lived apart
An owner of a fractured heart
Too loathe it seems
To make a moment
Or a start
And there you were
A serpent’s dart
I let my soul believe
And softly prayed
A victim’s space
On a plain and lost girl’s face
Your mercy gone
No barest sign
Or coldest trace
I’m chattel to your
Ego’s solemn race
So little here could yet
Be truly saved
And too soon
I’m hostage to the harvest moon
You’ve parted
Like a ghost I lost
To tears and ruin
It was your eyes and all
The songs you’d croon
But all that’s left is just
Bleak, cold dismay
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
For mindlovemisery’s prompt at: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/09/07/prompt-71why-me/
helenvalentina 
Helen this is as beautiful as it is devastating,absolutely phenomenal work
Thank you!! 🙂
Excellent take on the prompt Helen. I gather the responses will be a little grim in dealing with this topic.
Yes, I suppose they will… Thanks Michael!! 🙂
Deep and poignant Helen! Deceptively simple.
Thanks so much!! 🙂
It was your eyes and all
The songs you’d croon
But all that’s left is just
Bleak, cold dismay
There is no end to episodes that end up in not too pleasant consequences. Often times one party betrays the trust of the other. Great lines Helen!
Hank
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Helen, this is an excellent work
Thank you so much, that is very kind!! 🙂 🙂