tried and true, and tricksy

Why do you trick me, Sir Destiny ?
Why do you mess with my mind ?
Why do you insist on getting your way ?
Why do you persist to instill in my heart,
this unspeakable nonentity commonly known as Love ?
How do you break through my defenses ?
How do you live up to wearing me down ?
How do you always manage to find some way ?
How do you emerge victorious, leaving me sitting alone,
hopeless and helpless, and not seem to feel the tiniest pang of guilt ?
How do you repeatedly unleash this torment, inexorably without end ?
How do you bear to live with yourself ?
Why do you give me such a hard time ?
Why do you choose me, of all other people,
on whom to thrust your experimental extenuation of emotion ?
Where is your pride ?
Where is your dignity ?
Where is your purpose ?
Where is your logical reasoning ?
Where is your conscience ?
Where are your humane methods of communication ?
I have never been quite so humiliated by silence .

I cried last night .
And it is about time too .

" Giving up doesn't always mean that you are weak .
It can mean that you are strong enough to let go . "
~ anonymous ~