Poesy of Eloquence

lxxviii. the obsession doth entail

Please stop tearing me with these waves,
your eyes the fervent orbs to see me cry;
please stop being the one who saves,
with your mouth the first to make me lie;
because I am not the reason,
for which you lie in your misery;
and it is only a treason,
to be in this resentful reverie;
and I wish you would not blame me,
when you have paved your own path;
because this is not who I want to be,
the one to face your own wrath;
so spare me your sappy stories,
which entail to crumbling bores;
and spare me your falsified glories,
which heave around only gores;
and let me live my sorrowful life,
because it belongs only to me;
let me sail my willful kite,
because my love is only for he.