Fairy-tails

And that's all, that's it
We never did quite fit.
Like water and oil,
Such a sad spoil.

Alas, she speaks again
A nag to no sweet end.
My head hurts so much
At your vacant touch.

But you complete me so
In ways she can't know.
Like a moth to a flame
Simply, one in the same.

The talking and mocking
In my mind is so shocking.
She says all that I've found
Is like ash to the ground.

Brimstone and dark fire
Will cleanse out the liar.
But, I worry the garden,
Will ignite without pardon.

When she's far far away,
My hopes can come play.
We can plot in the silence,
No surrender to violence.