have you ever seen me fondly?
reflecting upon times that should have found happiness
but cheated and found dismay instead,
i wonder just how i can whittle
my way into your head and see me.
passenger or prisoner?
is there some sentiment weathered into your bones for me,
or am i just a palling blight
on the power of your name?
what is this?
hateful condemnation i see dripping from your lips,
brandished in the name of 'love'.
persecution or protection?
sprouted from you and yet nothing.
fuck you.
© phoenix mckenna Tu 12 September 2000
