He wasn't what I expected when I opened the door.
He was dapper,
A perfect gentleman.
Opening doors and pulling out chairs. 
He was beautiful.
He smelled of a thousand childhood memories.
Nothing I would dare to dream 
Would entertain the likes of me.
He said all the right things,
Made all the right moves,
Enticed into an aura of comfort - 
I fell. 
But when I awoke,
Red dripping from my head,
I knew I had made a mistake.

Is that really it?
Is that all there is?
She sighed and sat down on the curb.
There had to be more; 
Was this some sort of joke? 
She was missing the beauty,
Missing the flavor,
The colors and sounds and the laughter of children; 
The happiness knocks on her door. 
Yet the darkness engulfed her, 
She had lost too much, 
Deep in a mire of stillness she waits. 
Regrets for things done and undone
And sorrows like a noose keep her bound. 

There has to be more. 
Is that all there is?
She whispered as she closed the door.
Taking a seat and closing her eyes
The haze embraced her and welcomed her home.

She comes from the land of ice and fire.
A dragon-wrapped beauty with raven curls
descending into the night.
Stars wrap her in a blanket of dust
and the sailors all whisper her name.

Bags filled and resting in the hall.
Key abandoned on the kitchen table.
Door standing wide
inviting vacuity to witness the zephyr of our hostility.

The shadow of a figure
bent with the weight of desertion
stalks in the corner awaiting the passing of emotion.
It has to be over soon;
This too shall pass.

A small boy cowers unnoticed. 
His future imminent dissolution all but certain.
And the frogs fell from the sky.