Dearest Blythe

My dearest Blythe, tell me, why must our

rare reunions be but another foolish game?

a game that only you know how to play

tell me, why does my suffering please you so much?

My lovely Blythe, you know how I adore you

"that is what makes it all the more gratifying "

accompanies that cruel upturn of those

cherry cupid bows that torture me with fleeting warmth

My sweetest Blythe, must you leave me so cold?

It shatters my heart, for you understand my psyche

how transitory pleasure only intensifies my chronic

aching once it senses your departure

My sadistic Blythe, why must you torment my

flesh with your fleeting touch?

You know well how you drive me near mad when your

fingers graze my breasts that ache for only you

My gorgeous Blythe, those divine hands of yours

know my soul's vessel as you do yours

I can see your eyes as I lay beneath you

your animalistic lust clear within those dilated pupils

My angel Blythe, how you take me beyond the point of

fulfillment with merciless greed and voracious desire

you send me beyond ecstasy before you abandon me

a trembling mess of liquid, bone, and your signature

My perfect Blythe, your heart is quite cruel at times

you renounce me once I am left unable to move and I

finally come down, wallowing in the harsh sorrow and frigidity that

invades in the absence of your radiating warmth

My darling Blythe, are you not aware of their rage?

pitying imbeciles who fail to grasp the arcane love between us

they demand your head, can you believe it? blinded by dangerous

recklessness, they unjustly blame you for my agony

My flawless Blythe, tell me it is all but a series of falsehoods

you cherish me as I cherish you, do you not?

of course you do, I am not mad as they say I am

it is all a mere hysteria from those distraught by their endless solitude

My beloved Blythe, it has been far too long since our last encounter

come back to me, my love, the vacancy you have created frightens me terribly

at times, it feels as though you never existed, as though you are but a figment

but that simply cannot be the case, only those ill in the head would imagine such exoticism

My dearest Blythe, not even my sincerest of apologies can undo your suffering

believe me, Blythe, I did not wish you harm, my enraptured heart would not allow it

oh Blythe, they damaged you beyond repair, how will you return to my lonesome side?

As I wish you farewell, my dearest Blythe, be aware that you will remain safe inside my grieving heart