I Need to Do Better

I am so sad now that she has hurt me somehow,

O viperess, venomous one, sunk so into me somehow,

Somehow her voice’s tambor alone shakes me,

Somehow I have failed her; but how?!

How have I turned her so? if so?

How has she become someone so too near?

I wish I were alone, but leaving her:
It would hurt me more.

And are the base materials off-balance?

Methinks she doth rate herself over highly.

Highly over me you at least played moral tyrant,

Or so doth me heart feeleth most, but please forgive it.

A vexatious Muse are thee,

Amused by rending my heart with heartless monotones;

But I will not leave thee, not yet,

For there is still hope you may learn a better eloquence.

I am poisoned in the wells of me with her,

Forgive this tuneless drivel she makes me feel,

My ugliness is hers now too,

A waterless desert suction beam-node.