poesie

bitter

it feels pathetic
to ask me this, now.

to beg for me to
let go of this cloud.

i can't sit and watch
i can't make a choice.

i can't do what you want
i can barely make a noise.

you can't ask me to,
no matter your sympathy,

sit my ass down here
and care for my enemy.

it's a feeling i can't erase
a hunger i can't disguise

how do you expect me to
love that which i despise?

regardless of how he looks
or the way he tries to be

i can't bring myself to bare
how he, in the mirror, looks

at

me.