Is it loss?

Random.. but I found an old poem of mine and thought I may as well put it up here. 

Anyway..

Time, both past and present, gone,
The scent on which she appears, a mere memory
Silver through spine
Myth and fiction become truth,
Your breath only visible in moonshine,
Her absence forgotten by the sun.

"Leave her at will,
See how she goes
Leave her before then,
Dont accept the blows"

Smiles of bruises, stature of pain,
heart mind and soul have been slain.

Stars fall down, your knee a false basket,
vast emptiness before glittering beauty,
Afraid to touch it's light,
Afraid to restart the fight.

Warm breast beneath your ear,
Soft bass to soothe the fear
Loss, a neverending game you play,
Loss, at every word you refuse to say.

"Leave her at will,
See how she goes
Leave her before then,
Dont accept the blows"

Smiles of bruises, stature of pain,
heart mind and soul have been slain.

Warmth versus ice, melting ever sooner,
Your silence believed to be ignorance,
Your thoughts need time,
Patience of choice.
Hands of the circle refuse to listen,
Your head exploding with new growing tumour.
Black bleeds, and on your cheek glistens

"Leave her at will,
See how she goes
Leave her before then,
Dont accept the blows"

Smiles of bruises, stature of pain,
heart mind and soul have been slain.

Do it today, or forever be denied,
Do it today, you must choose a side.