with your ugly vanity
admirer of no heart
unusual, you say but
my belief is seldom
accostomed to pity

your ghosts haunt me
but follow you to the bus
books fall open by them
useless with knowledge
rusting your truths

arrows will slay Cupid
pathetic spectre fades
you love your jealousy
guarded righteousness
please don’t lie to me

your bare cruelty fails
burned by your mirror
call me your other name
I will not answer again
fallen from your pride