Calm
Clear
Like water
Reflections
A silent mind
The cure for the body.
Illusions
Crystal pictures
Dazzling
Yet behind it
Looking closer
Lacklustre.
If it seems
Too good
To be true
Then it probably is.
Lessons from a cynic.
A dear friend.
Her eyes
Stared at the ceiling
Mental words
Materialize
Against the scarlet walls
Hypnotizing
Electrifying
Perhaps
Even terrifying.
Reclining on a bed of white
She appeared as an empress
But deep inside
Lacking
Missing
Pieces
Incomplete.
It was illogical.
She had it all once more.
A golden circle
Rebuilt stronger
Bonds far more durable
Friends
Like tarnished silver
Polished
Rinsed
Restored
Works of a man
With a dead shell
And a heart of stone.
Her heart
Beautiful
Pure porcelain
Shattered
Once again
Razor pieces
Picked up
Drawing blood
Nevertheless
With a smile
He put the pieces
And with sincerity
Healed
A brittle heart
Transforming it
Into something stronger.
He was like a gardener
Raising
Caring
Loving
A thorny rose
Beautiful
Yet prickly
He was patient
Knowing pain
Required
To see
A beautiful flower
Bloom.
She was the worst rose.
Yet his presence
Nourishing
Transforming
Patience
Producing elegance
Unmatched
On par with black ice.
With the guidance
Of a pessimistic sage
The queen of diamonds
Became a wiser ruler
Of hearts?
Thus
The very being
She so desired
Sought
And needed
Took the first step
To claim her heart.
His hair of gold
Azure eyes
Now
His smile belonged to her.
Through the days
They grew closer
Yet
Sensing anomaly
She began to stagnate.
She began to think.
See the bigger picture.
Thanks to a certain cynic
She became a thinking creature.
Far from the calculative mind
Of her wretched friend
Even farther from the likes
Of a certain ice queen
But certainly more ponderous
Than common airheads.
No longer
Was she a pretty flowerpot.
Her mind was filled
Beauty
Gilded
With intelligence
Exchange gift
From a dead-eyed fish.
Yet it was a double edged sword.
Knowledge
Comes with a price
Soon
She would understand
Knowing more
Means you have
More shit to deal with.
Source: him.
Observation
A skill
Absent from the aristocrats
Of the social hierarchy
A powerful asset
The key
To seeing through
His mask.
He who knows his enemy
Even more if he knows the self
Need not
Fear
The results
Of a hundred battles.
Subtle
Realizations
Notice changes
Similarities
Influence
Like colors on a palette
Black and gold
Share
Adding depth
Shades
Pigments of personalities
And figments of imaginations.
Like a plague
Slowly lingering
In her mind
A blanket of fog
Clouding her judgement.
What seems too good to be true probably is.
He is the gardener
Who tended the thorned flower
Yet it cannot be forgotten
He was a twisted man.
Little did she know
The seeds of doubt
Planted by a cynic
Slowly but surely
In her mind
Germinated
For better
Or for worse.