Paradoxal Fairy-Tale

Happily ever after
Evidently isn't perfection
If found on the first try,
Just as light isn't understandable
Without the idea of darkness
To create the contrast,
Of what the difference is
Between me and everyone else.

For I am now a shadow
Of who I was before I knew you,
A now broken and weak thing
Who can't support your confusion,
Letting you sort the things out
How you see the need to.

Not that my former self
Would've ever stood
For those suggestions anyhow.

Now, I wonder,
If I can stop the bleeding
From this current wound;
My Hope weakening
From the loss of vital faith
In our fragile changing truths. 
As I clung to the last
Fraying rainbow threads,
Watching them unravel to fibers
And then being pulled away.

Oh deferred Hope,
How you have made my heart sick!
Yet, it has been said that
When desire comes,
It is the tree of life.

Desire - the wish of one's heart,
The longing of one's soul,
A reflection in the mind
of mirrored hope,
Emotions, and passions,
Drawn together and woven
Into a bond unbreakable
by human hands.

My heart is dying......

For my desires
Slowly slip from my heart,
I have no strength left in me
I can't lift my head to fight anymore
And I'm drowing in my own tears.

Come...........

Sew these wounds closed
With the threads of your love,
Lest I bleed out and die,
The dove of hope threatening
To fly from my breast.
Bind my heart to yours
For you are the wish of my heart,
My love for you--a tree of life,
And the only contrast I'll ever need
Will be between the colors
Contained within
Your stained glass soul.