You are a princess waiting for a man
to rescue you, and I, your substitute,
the ever-so-obedient salute
that picks you up and smiles, as per your plan,
attempted, but could not escape. I ran
as fast as Boreas along his route.
I thought I didn’t care, but in pursuit,
my feelings for you came to quash my ban.
As if you cast a complicated spell,
I must obey; I must commit your crime.
I need to end this thorny, knotted hell,
this childish and deceptive paradigm.
I hate you so sincerely, deeply, well—
that’s why I think about you all the time.
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