conscribed romantic

Why do they subject me

Why do I fall prey

Why can’t I ever see

Their words becry “betray”

I see all of their words

As I would have them be

I mention not a syllable

Lest I lose this ecstasy

I can’t but love

I can’t yet see

I can’t believe

There’s one yet for me

If I am too much

You seek a lesser man

If I am the less

Who am I lesser than

I hate and I love

How do I achieve

Both ends at once

Crucified, I grieve

I pine, while I mourn

I weep, while I woo

I am silenced by sighs

I die, to breath anew

Forever I’m damned

To suffer the fate

A conscribed Romantic

Seeking mild sedate