Don’t Know What?

One, Two, Three, Four, Tell me that you love me
But loathing is so much more fun
Can’t you, won’t you be inclined to envy
The straightforwardness of his twisted smile
Made me think of the beauty of Frankenstein
Half-torn apart, thrown to the wolves. Exquisite tragedy.
As if every wound were bandaged by its scab.
It continued to burn, but only in my mind
Which really hurts if you don’t know that.
Don’t know what?
But I’ll always know how.
Even if jigsaw puzzles morph from too much caffeine.
Your road fixed and unshadowed
And leading you nowhere.