A Labyrinth

YOU want me.

Silly boy,
I am not a toy,
you can possess,
in your lair of pompous arrogance.

YOU want to please me.

But did you ask what I want?
No.
So you wouldn’t even know how.

Think a moment,
about respect.
You don’t know what fiery feminist you awoke,
when you decided to poke,
with your taunt that you will kiss me,
next time you are with me.
You think that I should be flattered that I am your boyhood fantasy.
How lucky am I to be deserving of you?
That you should tell me that I am beautiful, sexy and cute.
Very nice, these are things I already know.

If you want to make the sale,
what you really need to show,
is what is so great about you,
that I should choose you above all others.
Your shallow, callow compliments just make me feel suffocated, smothered.
Don’t take for me granted,
my choices are abundant,
and honestly dear,
your behavior was repugnant.

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It’s hard for me to look at you,
because the deep dark pools of your eyes still know,
to look far inside,
searching for meaning where others brush through,
never caring to care as strongly as you.
You know I am hiding profound thoughts,
under light laughter,
and you dig up the bones,
that I bury,
asking me to face my infractions,
questioning my intentions and actions.

And I know that I should not go back to that place,
where I will fall again under your spell,
casting pennies into your well,
and wishing you could love me as I am,
even as you try to craft me,
into your mold,
because wise as you are,
you still haven’t uncovered the secrets of alchemy,
and you can’t change lead into gold.
But the sweet heat of your skilled sentences,
can still melt me into silver pools,
unfortunately,
prolonged contact would poison both of us two.

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