By Graceful Basan
You're such a hindrance, you pitiful old friend.
You keep bringing me troubles that have no end.
How many times do you have to return to me?
Like a kicked dog, your eyes hold naught but the sea.
Every time I feel better, you arrive with your plight.
Every time I cure you, you eventually return by night.
I admit, I am actually happy to see you every time,
Perhaps because I have destroyed this sanity of mine.
Every night I lie waiting for your arms to hold me,
And like always, you arrive like a dutiful devotee.
For hours, I will weep with you in the dark,
And by dawn, you disappear without a mark.
I hate this, but I do not know myself beyond you.
It is in your presence that all of me is true.
Who am I beyond this situationship of ours?
When you're not here, my soul becomes sour.
Whenever my mind tries to see someone else,
Your memory burns as intensely as that of hell's.
You are a part of me that I cannot abandon.
You are truly the maker of many mad men.
Your love should be what makes anyone human,
But this is no longer love, but obsession and my ruin.
I want to be well and prance amidst the daffodils,
But I adore watching the ravens fly to this hill.
In a kingdom by the sea, I dwell with you.
And it is here; angels pitied my lonely form so blue.
They sent a soothing, calm wind by dawn,
Warming and reviving me with their song.
Yet,
I deny this gift of the mighty heavens.
In this kingdom by the sea, I dwell with your presence.
And hoping, night by night, for a wind that is chilling.
So I may be buried here alone after my killing.