The Love Letter to the Poet of the Bonnet Sonnets
"You're all right," you'd say to me
I knew that I was right
I knew that you were right
You knew that I was right
You knew that you were right
We acknowledged that
You brood whenever you're in a good mood
You'd die if you weren't misunderstood
"Happiness is a chimera," you'd say to us
Yet you devote your life
To your yes-people's imaginary monsters
To your yes-people's personal demons
Do you think that tragedy makes you special?
Is that why you're no one when you're smiling?
To be a somebody, you must be yourself
Your self-deviation is not a beneficial decision
Don't you know?
The spotlight is for beggars
"Love is a hydra," you'd say to us
You'll never stop over-thinking though
I only could only confirm your heart's existence
Through common sense science
You'd briefly relapse and feel
But then you'd
Break your own heart
Out of paranoia of your mind breaking
Because you hate that you love
You scream at the sight of your own shadow
Yet you shift between the sunlight and shade
Why don't you just
Permit yourself allowance
Of your natural born right to feel
You're human
No drugs can ever change your species
"The Triple Goddess becomes the Moirai," you'd say to yourself
You lather yourself in flattery
You don't ever care about the sex itself
You bed all of those women
To feel desirable
To feel valuable
But none of them mean any of it at all
They’re just filling their emptiness with your desperation
You're just stalling every time you call them
You're chasing your own tail
Because you're phobic
Of going off your self-made trail
But you've already derailed yourself
That's why you despise questions of details
You couldn't ignore the truth when I implored your admission
"The only way to survive is to hold back," you'd say to us
You’ll be dead before you’re incompetent and powerless again
You believe that vulnerability is weakness
You forbid reverting back to your free-will
Your self-dictatorship’s propaganda is self-depreciating
Your mind/body/soul conflict is autocratic
Why do you compromise yourself?
You comprise of someone lovable
Why can't you see in yourself what I see in you?
You're somebody to me regardless
“Romances can only conclude as tragedies,” you’d say to us
I wish that this love wasn't within me
But I've been suffocating from
Withholding the truth
I've been in my own choke-hold
Because I wasn't bold enough
To hold you when you could barely sleep
To kiss every cry when you'd weep
To clean up the messes that'd seep from you
To have told you that gratitude isn't servitude
That's the problem with thinking too deep
I felt too small to explain your greatness to you
Life is healthier lived as cold than warm
However, we're hotblooded and cool-headed
We're self-aware of our self-denial
But we don't know how to be anything else
"I'd hurt myself to pull back from reaching for untouchable you," I'd say about myself
"Don't because I’m not even worth my own life," you'd say about yourself
What's the difference?
You and I are the same
No deflections can prevent us from self-reflecting
We'll never select happiness
Every chance that we receive
We'll re-elect self-destruction and self-hatred
"You're all wrong," I'd say to you
I knew that you were wrong
I knew that I was wrong
You knew that I was wrong
You knew that you were wrong
We accepted that
“You Hated That You Loved Me” by “The Poet of the Bonnet Sonnets”
You said that we were too soon
The early bird croons
There is no magic word or rune
We both were singing a different tune
The lighthearted take things lightly
I never claimed to be knightly
I loved you slightly
And rightly so
We used to carve our names into trees' bark
Therefore, why are our marked-out initials scarred into my arms?
Even if you refuse to hark
The truth is never stark
Instead of confessing, you distort
Instead of processing, you retort
You are trying to exhort my reasons
Why would I serve you an excuse to deport me?
You aren't here to support me
You write reports on me
This is all a sport to you
I loathed our time together becoming short
That's why I hid your passport
You had another consort at another resort
I never asked you to tote me
I just requested transparency when you wrote me
You misquote me as a diversion
You dote on me
But you won't devote yourself to me
You're remote when we're conversing
You want me just enough to demote me
Why would I give you a love note?
You'd just used it to vote me out
You admitted to being premeditated turncoat
Love is a scapegoat
Why should I emote?
You ignore context in your points
I was next for you to abandon
You might be frustrated and perplexed
However, I'm disheartened and vexed
How dare you seduce me to care?
Your words also reduce your lovers
Your defense recuses you once your output supplies your demands
You abuse your talents
You reprove me since you are above me?
How are you in love with me?
You disapprove of me
You aim to remove me
Why do you whine about feelings?
You hop back and forth over line
You were never mine
Your time with me was spent in fines
You investigate what makes me shine
So that you'll cease to pine for me
Your heartfelt psychoanalysis is curious
Here's my furiously attempted hypothesis about you
Your emotions are usurious
Your projection is a misbelief, because you're subconsciously injurious
The hard-headed take things hard
You also played me like a card
You were too quiet to be a bard
I supposed that's why you chose me as your guard
I said that we were too late
The night owl's tendencies are innate
Nothing and no one are dictated by fate
We'll never restart on a clean slate