Do not give your love to gargoyles.
They gaze with awe and envy from their stony, storied homes but they will spend their nights tearing at your flesh,
staring into your eyes as they feast on your feelings,
a mere appetiser for what they’ll do to your entrails.
They never learned table manners,
and all you are to them is a trophy,
destined to stay, stuck in grey nightmares,
never feeling the sweetness of the sun’s rays again.
It’s true that the ugliest creatures do the ugliest things,
and you are so beautiful,
so when they call your name,
fix your eyes on the flowers that spring up all around you,
and do not let those enchanting eyes stray above the shoulders of your destiny.