Ignorance

She would not, could not, cannot
And yet the words fall from her lips so easily
Her "That's not what I meant," falls in vain upon deaf ears
And her unshed tears spark upon the fabric of her mind
Uselessly she struggles, and her horse is cast across the desert
Impaled, it clatters against the sheets of metal
Lost without a rider, and I weep--

This is nonsense.
As much as anything is ever anything, this is nonsense.
For one, you are ridiculous.
For another, I am preposterous.
Thirdly, one cannot hope to achieve different results without deviation from standard procedures. To do so is the definition of insanity, and though insanity is a broken badge I wear nailed to my back, a taboo tattoo seared into my flesh between my bewildered brows, I will not abide by it.

It will not be my Governess.

His slender fingers traversed the table, one by one
Tripping, slipping, sliding, creeping, crawling over to me
I cannot live with his budding putrefaction and depravity any longer.

What is the use of a letter if the addressee never receives it?

What is the use of a resolution if one never lives to see the new year?

Do I not deserve this anger, or am I bound by the laws of common decency to always attend my words with utmost precaution, only allowing them purchase if they have successfully bypassed several mental checkpoints of varying degrees of propriety and potential for hideous offence?

I am righteously upset. The shadows thicken and I grow weary of these games, though once the most eager participant for fear of retribution or boredom. Perhaps both.

His eyes burn like coals in a face twisted by emotion,
and more often than not I feel laughter bubbling up on my chest at the tortured grimace of his lazy mouth.

Grow older, little sapling. Find your roots and settle in, for there is little hope in the life of a wandering seed.

You fancy yourself a Daedalus, but your eyes shine like Icarus'.