Friendly Fire

The world mocks me without it’s consent,
it mattered not where I went,
my eyes darted, scanned yet could not catch her image,
as my mind, and the world, continued their heated scrimmage,
For sovereignty over my eyes perception,
to see other then a sweet recollection,
of a thief of hearts that took my interest,
and fooled me with the subtle entrance
of her craft in seduction of my mortal coil,
but leaving me instead to the fire and toil,
of rejection too early to give my case,    
and thus I lose another pretty face;
but that’s not all I lose in the fall,
a perfect little china doll,

for I love her now for who she is.
is it also lust? im sure it is.
But below that I want to be,
the one to end her misery,
the pain depression and emptiness,
which to expel, would give me bliss