You are my darkness and my Light
You bring me to death then back to life
You're my misstress and my wife
For you are
My blessed curse
You bring me joy you bring me strife
You're my flame burning in ice
You're my pain and yet the knife
For you are
Yes you are
My blessed curse
You're every thing that I hold dear
You know how to frustrate me
Just one look from your eyes
Can build or neatly break me
It's not fair to put my life and fate
Completely in your hands
This responsibility has many
Hard to meet demands
When you are my everything
You're my good and you're my bad
Not just what I have right now
But all I've ever had
I may woo you in the moonlight
And treat you oh so sweetly
You at first may even pride yourself
On pocketing me so neatly
Before you know you may decide
That I'm overly needy
And after that you may decide
That I'm overtly creepy
You may run and you may hide
But I'm allways by your side
If you need me I'll be there
You'll know you have someone who cares
For the point to all this round about
Reverse the end of the first verse
It is not merely you for I'm
Forevermore your blessed curse
Thoughts, stories, scenes, and images from the life and worlds of Tierven.
I wrote this a few years ago, trying to write a humorous poem. The joke ended up much darker than I had intended though. It wasn't quite what I had intended, but it spoke to me about what relationships can become when the amount of devotion and obsession outweighs the mutual love in the relationship.
ReplyDeletePlus, there still are parts of me who think the joke here is hilarious no matter how much other parts of me say it shouldn't be. Oh well, trying to like something because you should or not like something because you shouldn't is like trying to push something with a rope. I feel like I shouldn't like this piece, but I do anyways.