I am angry with you
For what you didn’t do.
Left me, and did not come to me.
Why oh why did this mistress haunt?
Why did you flaunt?
Why did you show yourself
Just to disappear?
Around in circles we go
With no song able to inspire the insipid feeling
The one I have toward you.
It is not hate.
You have made me lose faith in love.
Where were you when I needed you?
Where were you when I asked for you?
Hidden in the parcels of shadows
Like the very spectre I said I didn’t want.
You are more beast
Than human being.
Trotting with Lancelot as if a heated mare pissing blood;
You move like a dog, and lick the tongue like an adder.
Let me be…
Will you not?
Will this rage have to burn forever?
When will you simply let me be the man I’m supposed to be?
Rather, you will turn on me, like you always did.
The moment I was vulnerable with you
You cast me away like I was nothing.
Type, o fingers, type.
There is nothing but madness in you.
Do you want classical Greece
Do you want Rome?
How about the whole world?
That you’d take,
But I, I you wouldn’t.
Have it all.
I want no woman except the one who’d make this decision:
If given the world or me
She’d take me.
For that was my heart toward you.
But I was weak with you, wasn’t I?
And that made you lose your love for me.
It was not love that you felt, heifer.
Leave me, for I spit at you
Why do I even have to know your ways?
A thousand stories are told of you
And no man can understand it
Because he does not know your ways.
Yet I, I had to meditate on it
And save me once more, I did not make the mistake
Of courting you
And then having you find one superior to me.
With my inferiority, you take me.
For this, my love is pure
And I heard, “Loyalty is what’s most attractive.”
Loyalty is not attractive, but money, fame and prowess
Those are what attracts the woman Guinevere.
Let no man fool you.