How can you tear me down and then say,
“I love you, my darling”, as night turns to day.
Progressively painful vulgarities thrown,
From out your cavalierly-placed throne.
Love should not cause a heart pain as this,
Torturing ’til tears burn and dismiss,
The knowledge of love incinerated;
Then ask me to love where no love’s been created.
The tragedy’s that I care, though you kill;
Demolishing constructions at will.
Burning houses just built to stand,
Against the assault of your next reprimand.
K. Aldaya, 12/25/05
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