Confusion ensues wherever I may go, even in the holiest of lands.
Why?
He held the holy grail once.
Fancied for himself, I guess.
He enjoyed holding it,
marveling at it's radiance,
it's beauty,
the kind, caring features
etched across it's surface,
there for all to see.
And in a flash,
he was done with it,
tossing it aside like yesterday's garbage.
He makes me ill to look at,
to speak to,
to even contemplate,
someone who would be so careless
with something so precious.
Something I had always wanted,
but could never attain.
Yet now it returns to him
again and again,
unable to tear itself away from his grasp.
Why must you,
the greatest treasure of all,
subject yourself to such heartless cruelty?
Why, when I'm right here,
at your beck and call,
when I would do anything at all
for you?
As he caresses you,
my tears cling to my eyes,
but refuse to let go.
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