A Tale

An endearing plea 
For your opinion;
A simple accusation of 
Neglecting fairytales. 
For you my voice could never be
Enough. 
So there you have it,
We have split. 
A simple note of recognition?
You were always locked away, 
Studying some frenzied hatred, 
Skilfully to strain yourself, to lie. 

Tell me, was it perchance  
Your decision,
In a moment, so erratic, 
To greet me with a letter, oh, surprise?
You gifted me this mockery, 
(So cruelly)
Presupposing a flirtation 
With my final happiness. 

I should have known you wouldn’t 
Sever ties with silence;
The walls say more in lieu of a hello. 
I stare perusing 
All of your opinions, 
And the heartlessness that came of your reply. 

How should I say, 
I am not well. 
Have you arrived to reunite your thoughts with mine? 
I live in fear of manifesting feelings.
Oh, and so you have been hurt… 
A dialogue of us shall be delightful. 
(Formality too keen? Well now you see!)
Which one of us is more the sober? 
I have taken many lessons from your tongue.

It appears mistakes are seldom 
Overlooked. 
But to see that the mistakened,
Simply they—oh, my little horrid dream! 
Suffering has always come too easy, 
But ask me now how I must live! 
You must inquire of the fool. 
(Quite possibly I lifted that from Tolstoy, 
It came out phrased too well, too elegant.)

The mighty cannot be so omnipresent. 
I always knew that thereof you were able…  

And so you’ve come to seek out my forgiveness? 
Forgiving you—that’s just a smile. 
But someday when I find the strength in me—
Well maybe then I’ll ask you to forgive me too.