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I do not understand you. I though you another sort. Not this who stands before me. Breaking me for sport Familiarity must truly Breed contempt if you despise me So much you deign to never Consciously recognize me You baffle me, You trap my mind I can't think straight Feh- I am blind Why must you question my motives? Why must you downplay what I do? Why must you magnify My failings love they’re all for you! Might I not sing thy praises Without being accused Of some self serving heresy?! For one I never choosed “I’m not her and I never shall be!” Do you think me that shallow?! Don’t minimize my heart! I don't delude myself I’ve always known me from the start! I thought you were the foolish one You claimed yourself romantic But I see your hypocrisy You mind is so pedantic. Has my unconditional love Been placed upon your table Of science for you petty scrutinies?! I know you’re able. “I’m happy as long as you are.” I don't wish to buy your affection As you would believe And if I receive nothing but your scorn I still won’t leave! You can beat me down and call me names And be a contemptible rat But if it pleases the jury, your honor I always shall come back! “Isn't that what you want?” I don't want to use you or hurt you And if that's what you feel Then what must I do to open your eyes? You bloody blinded heel?! You do not want my body. That I’d understand. I could deal better knowing You’re that sort of shallow man So what is being asked then? What you’d have me do? Get on all fours like a wretched beast? Is that what would please you? Should I let you open my flesh And bathe in my blood? Should I let you shower the world with my tears And flood? And hold up my heart As a ritual sacrifice? Why are you making me- Pay the price? “Why are you hiding yourself from me?” Am I wrong to believe you Perhaps know more of the universe than I? Are you mortal? Or have I exalted You as a false deity? Don't call me stupid because I know Who and what I see when I look at you. My soul. So if you don't want it Give it back and let’s be threw. “My heart... give it back to me burnt and blackened ashes.” I think I might die without it And well if I do not- I suppose it isn't important anyway. But well... ...only one way to find out. “Au revior mon amour”I'm a little worried about the rhyme scheme... I tried m y damndest... Written December 19th, 2001 © on Dec 18 2001 06:34 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1