They said it's my fault your eyes turned green,
I said, "Had one decided when to bleed?",
They saw me confused, as I bent to you,
For I, myself, had no idea what to do.
"Your eyes were never green before, nor after?,
So why are you here, alongside laughter?"
Through soft lips and a hairless chest,
Her smile widened, but not for the best.
"You remember my smell, my favourite gate,
My towel, alongside much else, all too late,
I care nothing of you, not even a ribbon,
So remove your teeth, from where you've bitten."
I realised then, without hesitation
All of the suffering was my creation.

© ManWithoutSelf