Tend Poem by Kitty Marie Lucas

this devilry by which my soul is tainted
has made a mockery of every other name
i might speak to you and think i am enchanted
but it's solely cos you go against the grain

while i tend to be Socratic in my methods
you are given all the space a boy deserves
just insistent of the passive through aggressive
you expect me to be loving, not unnerved

i am patient of your penchant for the shallow
i wait without query to be noticed in the shadows
a pretty fixture; lovely picture to be framed
generous, allowing dust where i am laid

that which we have is gossamer to me
try as i might i cannot protect it all
especially as you consistently tear it apart
the tocsin alerts whenever you let us fall

you are content to watch me be beautiful
almost relish mediocrity we've had
looking no further than what's pitiful
strength will waiver as your driving me mad

unnoticed, a passerby must woefully lose
misuse and ill words was all i knew
i won't survive on jealous lust
and i can't care enough
for the both of us.