.
Why don't you love me?
She screamed,
Sobbing.

WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME!?

through stinging, salty tears.

She was at the bottom of the Pit of Despair,
And all the pretty living things turned black
And grew into her hair.

Why don't you love me,
Why don't you love me,
Why don't you love me?

Her screams shattered everything,
And brought down birds from crystal wings.
And all of life would stop its song
In reverence and submission,
In observation of her cry.

In music there's a symbol like
A shatter going through the lines
And all through life, the fracture runs
And from its fractal, beauty comes

But all I want to know is this:
Before her cries, was life just bliss?
And can eternal love exist?

It seems a thing we'd sorely
miss.