Maturing in Love by Rhizome Olivia Quondam

"You Hated That You Loved Me" by "The Poet of the Bonnet Sonnets"

You said that we were too soon

The early bird croons

There is no magic word or rune

We both were singing a different tune

The lighthearted take things lightly

I never claimed to be knightly

I loved you slightly

And rightly so

We used to carve our names into trees' bark

Therefore, why are our marked-out initials scarred into my arms?

Even if you refuse to hark

The truth is never stark

Instead of confessing, you distort

Instead of processing, you retort

You are trying to exhort my reasons

Why would I serve you an excuse to deport me?

You aren't here to support me

You write reports on me

This is all a sport to you

I loathed our time together becoming short

That's why I hid your passport

You had another consort at another resort

I never asked you to tote me

I just requested transparency when you wrote me

You misquote me as a diversion

You dote on me

But you won't devote yourself to me

You're remote when we're conversing

You want me just enough to demote me

Why would I give you a love note?

You'd just used it to vote me out

You admitted to being premeditated turncoat

Love is a scapegoat

Why should I emote?

You ignore context in your points

I was next for you to abandon

You might be frustrated and perplexed

However, I'm disheartened and vexed

How dare you seduce me to care?

Your words also reduce your lovers

Your defense recuses you once your output supplies your demands

You abuse your talents

You reprove me since you are above me?

How are you in love with me?

You disapprove of me

You aim to remove me

Why do you whine about feelings?

You hop back and forth over line

You were never mine

Your time with me was spent in fines

You investigate what makes me shine

So that you'll cease to pine for me

Your heartfelt psychoanalysis is curious

Here's my furiously attempted hypothesis about you

Your emotions are usurious

Your projection is a misbelief, because you're subconsciously injurious

The hard-headed take things hard

You also played me like a card

You were too quiet to be a bard

I supposed that's why you chose me as your guard

I said that we were too late

The night owl's tendencies are innate

Nothing and no one are dictated by fate

We'll never restart on a clean slate