These fragments of an emotion that was

Naturally repelled yet forced together

This shrapnel for a self that was

Mangled to a larcenous anarchic beauty

Love is a cruel desire

Oh dystopia

Yet we can’t falter

Yet we can’t afford

Yet we can’t attain

Yet we must toil

First a sheep to a treacherous wolf

Circles torn to strands

Strands to points

Points to void

Void left alone

Second a caretaker to a ragged scarecrow

Grown to protect its fields

Beaten to protect its maker

Ground to protect another

Hung to protect nothing

Third a casualty of a viced beauty

A name mentioned in passing

A name thrown in disgust

A name cleaned as slate

A name forgotten   

Fourth a puppet to a masquerade

Pieced to shatter

Poised to sacrifice

Placed to dispose

Pleased to help

Oh dystopia

Yet we can’t…

Yet we can’t…

Yet we can’t ever be the same

Yet we aren’t over yet

Last a soul on their own

To wander aimlessly

To wander hopefully

To wander painfully

To wander happily

Love is a cruel desire