Tainted Admiration

I used to admire you and your sheets,

when I was in a sea of inexplicable grief.

You put thoughts into words and pieces

Of haunting, yet seemingly powerful beauty.

Love lost and carefully regained,

Relationships doomed from the start,

A deep sense of loathsome pain,

I’d hardly wish on anyone

Sure, you were often cliché;

overly flowery in your sayings.

But that couldn’t stop me from

Relating to your dark creations.

Too bad not much of it was yours.

Taken in silence, from others’ chores.

Even if the bare bones were true:

They were hardly being expressed by you.

I couldn’t agree with all of the doubt,

But nonetheless, I had to get out

From your pen’s allure and keyboard’s charm

And find better ways to cope with harm

Seasons later, you’re pooled in despair

From an irreversible loss of a man you shared

A complicated relationship where

Before his death, hate and love both prevailed.

Like always, you were quick to writing it down:

Your thoughts on the where and why and how

On his passing and you couldn’t help but freeze:

Stopping for some time to process things.

Yet your publicized statement on the whole situation

Had a tone that felt somewhat artificial

Were they truly your words? Sources disagree.

But I hope just this once, the prose was for real.

Because it’d be an insult to spit on the grave

Of someone, metaphorically, with stolen pages

So if you’re telling the honest truth:

Please take care of yourself with no ruse.

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