I once loved your entrancingly ironic image, the way you pierced my spirit
with your eyes
I longed for your voice, your poetry, your touch
Your warm close embrace and spiderweb cinnamon scent.
In your arms, beneath your fingertips I would forever dwell, if only you
asked
I wished to drown in your mind as you haunted my dreams

You tempted me with your playful words, never making promises yet still you
led me on
I scorched my soul to ashes for you and cast them at your feet
Methodically shredding my being so that I could be a part of yours

But your heart was never to rest with mine, your gaze destined to fall on
another
You toyed with me for a day or so and then you turned away
For better things.
You knew you meant the world to me, why did you not speak the truth and put
an end to my desire and my envy from the start?

Now that I’ve been torn into pieces for you, I fear there’s nothing left
I watch you in your lover’s arms, the way she looks at you, you laugh with
her and hold her hand; you are so perfectly content with your decision
That I have no other choice but to leave this tear-stained crumpled page and
walk away, my last farewell.

I’ll miss you, yes. I’ll miss your spirit in its mockingly shattered
perfection. But what else am I to do?
And if I still cannot escape, for you’ve been imprinted in my soul
Then I’ll lie dying in my memory of you, as you live on
No, I do not want your artificial sympathy; I don’t want the love you cannot
feel.
Do as you wish. Destroy me, as you wish.

 
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