And as quickly as you came, you were gone,

Within the blink of an eye,

The very essence of what I had captured,

What was mine, and mines alone,

Slipped away before I could ever hold it

And even with all of my disconcerted effort,

There was nothing that I could have done to fasten you tighter

Within the grips of my forever’s

For you were already gone, long before you had ever come

I just could never come to admit it

What is this thing that blots out my life like freckled specs on an empty page?

Making this entire scene unclean

And my muddled disarray

And I scream, “But why must I be tagged the unlucky fool, who chases not, but receives freely this distasteful sweet, that only gluttony can explain?”

Thy tyranny fancies me,

And I am drawn

As a moth to a flame

I will with bloodied fingers scrub out this wretched torment

Until my hands are colored pink with the rawness of flesh

Until thy damned image becomes greater

Than an unwarranted inconsistency

But bothers me never more

And I say ye nay

To all of your persistent fallacies of interpretation

All that my heart can stand

Is all that is concrete

More a pension than a fickle soul,

Such as yours fleeting

Could ever provide

I doubt that one could spare even a penny

And even as I so seemingly gather all of my

Intellect, and wit, and good-to-do know how,

All those alone could never conquer what my stupid heart must have

That I may accept a vault of empty promises

For the unfortunate sake of having you

And what am I worth?

What studied affections, thine has for me?

If I were to collect my value and mirror myself in riches,

To be considered a tasteful sum,

All there’d be are negative balances.