Here is another one one my proudest poems. I don't ask that you necessarily like it; I just hope that it can jog your emotions in one way or another. Having said that, here it goes:
You aver to me your fidelity: “I’d never cheat!”
I don’t doubt that; you love me as your one and only
As your life force, I can't leave, nor peel you off
Only to tend and to nourish
Till the point where you suck me empty.
You quarrelsome wife whom I refuse to live with
You won’t catch me on the roof, for I will get away.
Your love I might sense and even warm towards
But I am no filter; I don’t tolerate lukewarm
You are either in or out, 100% or nothing at all
It is not in my nature to absorb half
And keep out the other half of ugly residue
Yet all along it is I in the folly.
Rebuking the splatters on your face
While I drown in my own mawkish tears.
Me, the spoiled daughter of a noble lord and lady,
I demand that dolls obey, or I rip out their stuffings.
They ought to please the will of their hostess.
Your love is pure in flecks, muddied in others.;
Mine is the rose in the Beast’s garden
Whose thorns prick if you dare to step out of the line
Which is better, which is worse?
Which is utterly toxic?
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