Here is a piece from my Romance Series of poetry. Creative writing cleanses the soul! I hope you enjoy it!

1. Leaving the Sculpture
By Brent Alexander Newton
For so many years, that night with you haunted me. You made me believe that we had
something extraordinary and then you ended it without any warning. I once thought you
cared for me, but now my eyes are open and I see that I was just being used.
With flowing hair in woven braid, chiseled cheekbones, and hypnotic ember eyes, it is no
wonder that men are drawn to you. You are a beautiful example of the female form and
there is no arguing against that fact. You captured my attention the moment I saw you.
However, beneath your fine exterior is a cold and hollow core. In the game of love, you
are the master of manipulation and a prodigy of deception. Both cunning and cruel, you
lure the hearts of noble men and take them for your own selfish gain.
You say that you are looking for a greater love, yet you never saw it standing right in
front of you. Did you not see my love for you when you looked into my eyes? Did you
not hear my love for you when you listened to my words?
Like a sculpture, you stood silently and expressionless as I told you what you meant to
me. I bared my soul to you, I removed the mask, and I showed you who I really am. I
offered you my heart, which you crushed between your bony fingers and left on the
ground for ash.
You thought that I was destroyed, but like every evil person before you, you made a
grave error in judgment about me: you underestimated my spirit. It is not of this world. It
moves between time and cultures as water moves through a stream.
When you looked at me, you only saw the mortal exterior of a man and you never saw
the power within. After you left my heart on the ground to rot, it repaired itself, rose up,
and reunited with my spirit to become stronger. The spell that you cast upon me is broken
and I now have more love in my heart than before.
At one time, I saw you as the only love, but now I see what you truly are. This “sweet”
boy is no longer your toy and you will just have to find another patsy. For their sake, I
truly hope you never find them.