The Doll's Tale

What are you thinking, lover?
Do I still suffer from the blindness of loving you?
Perhaps I'm still intoxicated by your false poetry,
and painting scenes of peace, believing it all true?

What did you think?
That I couldn't leave you because
I haven't yet learned to live without your existence?
That in your unspoken love's cunning wordplay
I am merely a plaything,
this truth I still haven't grasped?

What did you suppose, tell me?
That it's so simple? Simply simple in this enchanted grove
to leave the path-blossom on the path itself, demanding new paths, and simply move ahead?

No, lover!
Can everything really become simple with such easy assumptions?
It cannot—that's why even now I cannot simply
say "I love you" anymore!
I no longer suffer from the blindness of your love,
no longer paint peace-pictures believing lies to be truth!

Just as it wasn't simple to abandon the path-blossom to the path's demands,
just as it wasn't simple at all to become a cherished doll wrapped in love and care instead of a puppet in your schemes,
exactly so it hasn't been simple for me to flee without witnessing the end
of this cruel selfishness hiding behind the mask of your deceitful love!

Yes, lover,
I too have come to see now,
exactly how much, exactly how simply in complete self-serving blindness
you can crush me to death so easily with such false love's entanglement!
I want to see quite simply, how easily you easily think me easy!