WICKED ONE
~Bombalurina to Macavity~
You
With your dancing dark eyes
And that smile
That curls so slightly
When you are hurting someone.
I used to find you
A challenge
An endless mind-game
A round of mental cat-and-mouse
An incomplete rubik's cube
A fascinating distraction.
I knew you were bad,
I have no excuse for my infatuation.
I knew you hurt people
I knew you would eventually hurt me.
But Love said I could save you.
Love said I could find the reason
Behind your cruel and taunting ways
I thought I could suss you out,
That I could perhaps uncover,
In the dark depths of your soul,
A small glimmer of humanity
A redeeming grace
That would unlock your mystery.
I looked for a reason to love you,
But finding none,
I soon realized that there was nothing to find.
There is no reason
For your frozen heart or distant eyes,
No cause for your love of hate,
And therefore no cure.
I cannot help you,
And I would hate to change you
For your cruel ways
Are only part of your charm.
One day, I hope you find
Her.
The one who will find in you
What I could not.
The one who will stir within you
That redeeming grace,
That special spark that keeps you human.
I hope she can help you,
That she can quiet the demons raging in your soul,
That she can silence the voices I could not overcome.
But somehow I know
You will never find her,
Or if you do,
You will drive her away,
Because for all your softness
And your sometimes beautiful sadness,
You truly like being cruel.
And there is no cure for that.