Life would seem easier
if you loved me too.
Life would taste finer
if seasoned in his blood.

Perhaps jealousy blinds me.
Mayhaps freedom's origin lies elsewhere.
But forgiveness I can never try.
I've forgiven and remembered--
I find it difficult to forget scars.
I've forgiven in words;
hated in heart.

Through it all, my lovely dove,
you have flown about me.
Tree to tree;
Limb to limb;
Away from me.

Masked in friendship
         you feed me poison.
Cloaked in benevolence
         you shatter me once more.
Speaking of love
         you stab me from the front.
Begging forgiveness
         you twist your blade.

Allow my simple melody to take you.
Permit this infantile attempt at poetry to break you.
Grant me to destroy you.

I have let go.