Mena Weisse

Mena WeisseHe was a rich,
spoiled boy when he first
met me, and it
infuriated him
so, how I would
challenge his every word.
As if by dint
of his family he
should always know
what was right. And though I
never let him
see the truth of me, I
think he knew that
I loved him desperately.
But his head and
heart could not be spliced, and
so he left. It
was me he was fleeing,
when he took to
the sea, on merchant ships
and whalers and
anything with a sail
that would put the
world between himself and
me. And out of
these journeys, he made his
fame. I was the
only one who could read
my name written
in the spaces between
his lines. Do not
seek to avoid pain, since
agony is
the try-works of beauty.

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