Pain

It is continuous

Possessing me

Taking over my body

My life

My thoughts and dreams

My future

Replacing me with something 

I cannot recognize 

Someone please

Get it out of me

Get it out

[Why not compare me to a summer's day?]

Why not compare me to a summer's day?

Why not write odes to my lips

Or sonnets to my eyes?

Why not take me as your muse,

Yours and only yours?

Why not make me immortal,

Forever treasured in your lines?

Why not love me?

Why?

I could compose poems to fill the oceans seven times over,

Yet you, the poet, have no words

Why not love me as I do you?

Why not love me?

Why...