soft friend, awful lover

Mr. Eclectic - Laufey

Soft friend,
you give in so easily.

Like all the softer men before,
you pine, you yearn, you mourn.
You dispense all the love you know -
to compensate for my empathy,
and your lack thereof.

Soft friend,
you’re ugly when you perform.

You whine, you boast, you moan.
Your hurt is all that you know.
You wish to be seen,
but only in a certain light.
You want your pain healed,
but never with your own might.

Soft friend,
you’d be an awful lover.

You lie, you taunt, you groan.
Love given could fill theatre halls -
but love received is never how you paint it.
A split second for the curtains to fall,
for you to claim the love-tainted.

But most of all,
soft friend,
you should know -

Life isn’t what you’ve made of it.
Thus far, the love you’ve allowed
is the love you only wished
had been created.

For you to relish, to feast on,
love has been a thing to consume.
And your life - full of greed,
of people who used and tricked you.

But you -
you left your door open.
You gave them your golden keys.

Soft friend,
life has to be hard
if one has been healed
yet insists not to see.