Pain

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

The Mush from the Hill