never will i deserve this.
not now,
not ten years from now.
too timid to feel remiss.
mumbling phrases, misguided through mazes
too complex to grasp
yet you hold on tightly.
in spite of what, me?
you can't say this is my fault, never
not once have i been unfaltering to thee.
sing your appease, plead to the Heavens
if it'd put you at ease.
for i can't stand to see you weak at the knees,
begging me please, please just let me be.
how can it be that life is such a truthful fallacy?
when nothing can get worse, nothing pulls up in a hearse
and deathly deft tones drown out sorrow, however adverse.
so tell me, how can it be,
if you were queen and i the king
omnipotent by the hand,
that you would respect my wishes,
never hesitate at my command?
this one question i gently demand.