Mercy

Mercy
love mocks me and I laugh at its jokes
it is the only comedian and magician that can sell me the same act.
Every time, I pay the same price for a show I've seen before
I can sit through the same movie and still cry at the scene where she walks out the door.
It shows no mercy, even when you are clearly defeated and can take no more.
tell me I don't have a role In your dreams and put my mind at ease from the constant thought of you.
tell me that when you hear my name your heart doesn’t smile,

then mine will forget yours

tell me you can't see your soul through my eyes and that our fates are just coincidence

and I will abandon the concept of destiny and the belief of a soul.

tell me love has never been our religion and that we haven't used our minds as a temple,

and I will no longer be a monk of love, instead I'll find more comfort in being an atheist.

Tell me I'm not the sunshine in your paradise and you will destroy mine,

the harsh reality of your words will leave no room for sublime imaginations or fantasies conjured by you.
Love has in seemingly sadistic manner given me the ability to find peace in loving you. Yet in a beautiful contradiction, it makes me withstand a torture by not letting me have you as a lover.
I am a prisoner with the key to his cell
(blinded to the key hole with magic by love)
it's making me pay for a gift.
Blessed me with a curse.

Given me strength as a weakness,
pain as happiness, certainty with doubt.

I’m drained to the last of my resources,
no more artillery, no other defense, and the begging white flag of my ignored surrender, bandages my beaten heart.

How much longer must I withstand?....

.....give me mercy...