We

In this world I
can see only the bad,
and that's because of
what I've already had.
My good and my bad
were wrapped up into one
with whom I discovered
carnal fun.

He was my pleasure,
now he is my pain,
and loneliness washes
over me like a cold winter rain.
Even if salvation were offered
I could not accept its blessing,
his actions only leave me guessing,
and wondering still,
why choose me?
Why take I,
and turn it into we?

Then destroy us,
for an imagined fear,
and leave me to mourn
for lo these many a year.
Suffering alone,
silently and unknown.

Wishing for change
won't make it come,
and the thought of you
pounds my memory
like a drum.

In this world I
can see only the bad,
and that is what
will drive me mad.
It's on your head,
a curse that be,
whenever you
create a we.

Madness comes
to ones who
you touch,
and love's
whispers fade
in you clutch.
Choked out by
your lies,
your fears
watch
as love dies.

And the bad I see
turns to good
for me.
For your can
make no more we.

by R. A. Melos

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