Cruelly Loved
I never asked for the ice that surrounded her beating organ
Or the sharp piercing pain of her tongue as I held my head in shame
It seemed to come about so naturally that I forgot to love myself
And she began to figure that my heart was an unusual game
Was it the rivers that bedded paths down my cheeks?
That made her think that I would take more then just affections
But it seemed that day by day and hour by hour I lived
All of my work was made mistakes in need of her corrections
Was I so lost to allow myself to fall prey to the moving moon?
An orb so constant and bright yet mockingly cruel of my love
When did I allow her to be so lovely and yet hurt me?
When was it that I became blinded by everything but that above?