The Monster Is Me

Something gentle once wandered into my domain
To the wild garden where my heart was slain
Its ground is rich with the darkness of an eternity
The branches of its trees stretch the limits of infinity
I hid away from her curious gaze
Praying my garden would hold her in daze
Charmed and enchanted this creature of wit
Still recognized poison when she saw it
Nothing lives now in this garden of mine
No flowers bright no grass no pine
They fled like she did when I offered my hand
My love has turned it into a barren wasteland
My affections often come and always they go
Leaving behind only their ice and their snow
My feet cracks like glass with each step I take
Reminding me of my fragility, the shards in my wake.