Why do you tease?
With words from afar
That I have grown to love
And believe
Words I read so personally
Only to be passed by
And forgotten
By the next page you write
You draw me in with your
Warmth and kindness
And excite with your
Sensual fiery odes
Only to leave me
With words of pain
Like needle points
Stabbing the mind, the heart
Oh how I’ve come to love
Those words
But no longer can I accept
They are for me
So I will continue to read
Dutifully yet scorned
And turn away, melancholy
Doting on every word from afar
