If lovers only quarrel
I wish to never find love
If debate is the end result
of our fleeting passion
I wish to be alone

But you said forever, you pointed at me
and I cannot deny that I did
But I can say you were very different then

Who gave you the right
to say you love me
and turn up your nose
to all the world where I see beauty
as if it never mattered
judging it all as a great squirming fly
stuck fast in your rice

How I crumbled as I turned from gold to clay
but you only seemed justified
I think I saw you smile

If beauty is a dead thing of flowery words,
my dear,
you never mattered
rings for fingers would never have been forged
or wooing words sent whispering to your ears

There would only be dirty copulations
upon ugly lives of gray
looking for endings at every dissatisfying un-ending

don't shout to correct
you have no right or authority to shout

if bitter and resentful
punishing to be rightful
a prostitute will treat you better

Fight without blame
entice and delight me to your beauty
no reason will do
only the real beauty in you
look in awe
if you cannot
you were never a lover
only paying the price for a status that you only find now you don't want

and I the fool for believeing
in the myth of love