You claim that

staging a coup

against my sovereignty

was merely a "miscommunication,"

a "misunderstanding."

But the real

misunderstanding

lies in

believing the sincerity of your

sorcerous fabrications.

While

your soul

finds solace in the

teachings of narcissus,

my shuddering soul

spends its days

translating hexes into honesty.

I love you.

actually meant

I love your silhouette.

I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

actually meant

I want to spend the rest of this moment

ravaging your flesh.

I want to demonstrate how much I love you.

actually meant

I will tresspass on your boundaries, your

innocent skin.

You are mine.

actually meant

I now possess the deed to your body.

My soul has already wasted hours

rendering my words into

legions of languages

in search of opportunities for

misinterpretation &

determining if the spaces

between letters left room for

false impressions.

And let me tell you this:

rejection tastes the same

to every tongue.

I'm not ready for this!

always means

No!

Wait!

always means

No!

Stop!

always means

No!

No!

always means

No!

Be not mistaken, he whom I have

banished from my queendom:

only yes means yes.