Friday, May 26, 2017

Brown Eyes

My predecessors came along and departed.

And then they left you in their wake for others.

To seek new conquests.

To let others conquer.

I thought me special, benevolent, different than the rest.

I thought to be The One for you.

My wise reign would never end.

Did I not give you my word?

Yet you held your tongue.

But belated enlightenment yielded unsolicited meaning.

Without which I almost became very special indeed:

The One that didn't get away from you.

What made me think I would endure the test of time?

Why should I have broken tradition?

Who did I think I was?

Lest I mistake myself for the fool you take me for

for I go mad grappling with the distinction.

Answer me this only, just this one thing.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

The entitlement is STRONG

Your murky past lay quiet in the dark fog as I ravished you forgetting myself.

Suddenly out of erstwhile placid if dim mists burst forth furious fire breathing monsters, laying waste to my pride, scattering my focused ardour, interrupting my heedless lust, mauling my ego to shreds.

My manhood shrivelled amidst the fiery blast. I did reel dazed.

And you dare protest that my love for you should salve scalds thus recieved.

And you dare expect said love to blind me to the eyesore it inflicted.

"As you were," you dare order.

It's just one demand too many, a little bit too much.