Your anger announced by a fist
slammed against my face

In my hand, I write of blue topaz tears
and flowers crushed beneath hot stones

No good fool!, you shout
worthy of nothing!, you say of me

In the darkness of my heart, a verse of
gold filled beauty on satin paper, emits my hand

You say I'll be lost and lonely without you

With trembling fingers, I write of a rose,withering,
 without water, on a dusty sheft

You say no man deserves so little as I can give

My pen weaves of a paradise,
found only in my loving arms

You left me with bad memories
and stains of grief upon my soul

but I found a sweet release from the hurt
you left, I found a love inside myself

And I painted over the torn canvas you made
with words to smooth, and colors to soothe

I confess of you, I rebuke you!

Without malice , but in poetic justice!