you yourself are an affliction
my affliction
killing me from the inside
devouring my soul as you tease me
do you love me?
do you care?
I observe your stare
from across the room
making me wonder
if I am just another
of your pawns
in this absurd chess game
playing my heart like a harp
a truly beautiful sound
to those who don’t realize
the strings are not playing intentionally
just trembling at the harpist’s every touch
making music from its pain
cloaking its suffering in beauty
because in a way
suffering is beautiful