Prudence.

Prudence. With the guilt I feel, for being so greedy,
I can’t help but want to put her in a cage.
It makes me feel as if I’ve murder someone beautiful.
She could cure AIDS, cancer, and even my rage.

I can’t help but to be selfish now.
I don't know who I am anymore.
She makes me insane.
She makes me smile:
Inane. Asinine.

I'm broken, damaged.
Never good enough for such a perfect person.

I don't deserve such a miracle.