I know
because I've been told to believe it
that even a goddess goes through hard times
and I know
since you are my goddess
that you may have thought them worth dying for
but you pulled through
with more strength than I have
or at the least

beauty came

from your troubles  from your pain

while all that seems to come from mine
is the kind of art
in which the woman in the picture cries
tears of water
tears of blood
it doesn't matter
they both hurt
you are the art before my eyes right now
and as I look into yours
I see no tears
I see no blood
only ice
and I wonder
why I cannot be you