Why are you doing this;
do you need me to quicken you?
Lay an offering on the throne of my desire
and write only as if life depended upon it
and I shall sustain you through troubled times
.
I shall write of our lives tragic play,
singing the words you spoke to me
in earnest desperation, wearing your soddy velvet
and a bittersweet smile that smelled of chocolate;
I will be the insubstantial everything you crave
.
It must be said, however, that I will not weep
for every little death you subject yourself to
for I know you are weak as clinging vines
and I shall not have it infectious to me
nor be responsive to your terrible incidences of life
.
She has already decided
that no answers will be given