Class

we read of goneril--
you longed to pluck out my eyes
dig deep with a jagged fingernail
paint smears from the tip to the hilt.
we spoke of madness--
i remembered the feverish touches
that betrayed you with every brush
and my rushing, regretful tears.
when you sat next to me
at the pained laughter, stiff eyes
that never relented
i knew that you hated me.

but you smiled at me today
you met my eyes
we've spoken many days
before now.
perhaps as old friends
that do not quite know
what to say to each other
anymore.
but through all of this
i never forgot
above all, i wanted you.