Disdain

You are alone

In the mists of sadness and empathy

You are alone

Alone with your lover

your friend

Alone with feelings

you’re afraid to end

In despair

You wallow

In sarcasm

she thrives

Her words

to you

are like sharp knives

You sink deeper

into despair

not yet

beyond repair

But will the sad heart

continue

When the heart is sad and true

When your lover pushes you

And when your lover pulls you

In a game of push and pull

That you

desperately

wanted to escape

You avoid the Dionysian

Shun the beautiful grape

And thus you are there

in the thing

you hate the most

In sadness and despair

and in happiness ghost

You love

your lover

nothing can be so true

But in your sadness

you seem

oh so very blue

While she,

of failings her own

strike you with sharp tongue

your sadness

has grown