do not forget me so quickly

or brush me aside like an old fashion statement, making me unto

myself

a mere imitation,

remember

how you once loved me

for even more than 30 seconds,

thought me a worthy companion,

and now you sit on the catbird's seat

and think me a fool.

tis true tis true

my face has turned black

and people think me rather an oddity

but i have not cost my common sense,

i am no fool,

you will not woman me and divest me of my

thanatos

is eros

in a different guise.

do not forever hate me

for capturing your youth,

for being a vulture of your innocence

as a bee sucks on honey or pollenates to no one...

forgiveness is a virtue too.

you are quite a warrior and quite beautiful,

but do not

cast me out to Sea

burn my raft

the kill me Viking.