The Knave
By Isabelitta
Love and hate are so much alike
So much the same
Whether you are the Angel of Darkness
And I am an Angel of Light
Or if the titles ought to be reversed
I cannot say
I love you, my knave, and I hate you in the same breath
Our twisted affair--be it of passion or hatred
Has robbed us of our innocence
Idealism has no place in our soul
We are one, wretched darling
Distance, restlessness of mankind, and future candle flames
Do not dissect our unity of purpose, our unity of soul, our unity of mind
Of course, it's not so overt to us, my apathetic lover
But our link is painfully evident to more mundane souls
Are my grievous wounds an amusement to you?
Is your struggling a cause for hilarity in me?
By the by, I'm vexed with you--for your moments of disguised tenderness
Somehow you cause me to want to accept your chains and become resentful when you, my wild master, are not there
Your little crushes constantly bewail my exclusive ownership of you
You are mine, my uppity slave, reaching for the position of master
Who is in control, love?
When will you let me go, so that I may be free?
Or must I be bound to you through all eternity?
Release me
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