Why Did You Have to Smile? (a poem I wrote)

I was ready to die.
It made sense because
Nothing made sense.

But you had to come along
And smile,
And speak with such a
Sweetness in your voice;

The violence of love!

Oh, you didn't know it was loaded?

Your smile with such charm,
Your voice with sweetness,
Your eyes hiding a promise of tomorrow?

Now, what am I to do?
Now, that you make no sense,
Everything makes perfect sense.

See what you've gone and done?
I hope you're pleased!

(2008)