Is it better to be loved or feared?
One is an oath of unfettered promises, bound yet unbound
Uttered by the lips of my precious, crowned and resound
Like the foremast of my sailing ship of reveries– daydreams
Giving direction to my phantoms of serenity and a perishment of happiness
The other is a crow, glaring back into my reflection
Its eyes, insubordination, at doubt
Malevolence contemplating between its eyes
Allured by a mouthing puppet of lies
Questioning its fate– seeking a trust of disappointment
If I were asked which is which?
I would say that you’re the witch of my fears,
And I am a casualty of your mystic potion.
Love enough to want.
Fear enough to need.