Was it so hard to accept my love
That you had to hurt me?
Was it so horrible being subjected to it
That you tore it from me?
Could you not stand in the mess you’d made
Without tearing me down with you?
It was too much for you to conceive –
An undying, unconditional love
You wanted to kill it
Well my dear sadistic toy
You killed it well – my congratulations!
You poor, sad creature
Scared of the ropes and chains of commitment
Proud of your ability to scar
Reversal of the pain is the norm
You may crush the hearts of those who wane below you
But it builds the spirit and soul
Turns lovers into enemies
Forms might of the weak
You poor, sad, lonely man
Believe what you will
You are no greater than man
For the sun shines without you
Rivers sprawl through towns, ignorant of your futile existence
You are only – in your form – capable of a creation called
love
Capable of a destruction called hate.
Venomous viper of contempt
Your hiss alone dictates pain.
So much good turned so vile.
Poor, sad, lonely man
You scarred the lover
But as scars fade through time
Distances grow.
My scared little Rodent
Run from your trap
For I am the Eagle whose wings have spread
I am taking flight
You shall never meet my likes again
Never pull me into your dreams.
My fevered little Rat
Turn your back on your life before
As her back has turned to you
And, as I leave you behind
I fear not for you – I fear not of you
You dark, murky lake, casting still and deep
Stirring for few
Wallowing in others drowning.
You hated me
But I am tall, I walk proud
And I am flying away
Goodbye.
You were a story in yourself
A weak, short story
And I can close the book
Why play with fire when your heart’s already burnt?
Why not just play in it?
Wild at heart or just in mind
Either way – you’re left behind.
Concussion, recurrence of a bad dream
Stitches – to tie up loose ends
Bruises – to add color to a grey day
And the loss of a very close friend.
Well my sorry little Wolfe,
Howl at the moon
I shall wear the wolves’ fur
My sorry little Wolfe
Howl once for me
The lament of the lonely