43rd Poem: Exorcism

Exorcism


Tell me that you hate me.
So we can be free,
of this cliched chain
Tell me that you hate me
So i can hate you,
And you i.

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Be free of mine
Off you go
Flee and fly
Seek your princess
For i am not.

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A mere figment of delusion
A bewitching beldame
An ugly truth spun in sugary lies
i am never ‘i’ of yours

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Let me be alone
Within my fortress
Behind the walls
With all the mannequins
For i am content

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A tired mind,
A battered heart
No longer stranger to aches
Yet, never need another holes

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Tell me that you hate me
So i may exorcise you
a foolish blind prince
Who seeks the princess
But never i.

-End-
(dedicated to those princes)


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Disappointed.