Torture Myself Poem by April Monroe

No one is good enough for you,
Not even the all glamorous Diana would do
At least that is how you've made me feel
That none can be worthy in grace or beyond you,
Yet, here I am, one, the only who has been true
Still, you exclaim I'm nothing to or for you

So why do I torture myself?
Why do I see me with you and noone else?
When just a simple, 'You're the one for me! ' will do
You can't ever say it but I still find myself constantly chasing you
It's as though you think that it's done
My heart is yours forever and it has been won

But, I must caution you, oh dear dweller
This heart is only yours until darker weather
There is only so much IT can take
Until my love, ultimately, your decision to forsake
IT simply can't keep prolonging the end
When it's by your wishes IT seeks my command

So, until this impasse is soon forgot,
My heart, dear lover, I fear you've loosened all thought
Which will result in impending distraught
And only leave me with this unforeseeable conception
That you weren't for me and this is only a deception

Oh how I pray that this isn't so
You've been my love, my light, my glow
But if you can't deem worthy my plea
I guess it is time to say 'goodbye' to thee
It's up to you to deem what will be
I'm too exhausted to continue to succeed