Please, never speak of this again. At least I can only go upwards from here.
Were that I was such a liar,
As to admit without impediment
The extent of my true desire.
Alas, it seems, I be not that
Instead my body is eroded long
For I remain in constant flux
'tween two conflicting sentiments.
(As do you, you alluring bitch)
Absolution is drawn away,
by those cruel tormentors of nerves and shame.
But I will never see the day
When I can speak without wrought bounds,
When I can make you understand my thoughts,
Upon that concept lies the crux.
You are the cause of all my pain.
(Yet you do not recognise it)
Hate is forceful and strong and bold.
An irony, then, that it consumes me,
Languishing in that love I hold.
A dichotomy inherent
Or so it would seem; I wish it were not.
Neglected are my wishes such,
Though you would never care to see.
(Amusing; through your rhetoric
You're correct- I am pathetic)
