She...

[jinxii]

If you can't be assed to work it out, 'tis about a subject who's lover still wants his previous girl, but how she's happy to be misled providing he doesn't compare her to her.

She
At nights I'm plagued by dreamy taunts from her,
She who reads from such green and dusty tomes.
Of whom he speaks not but I know prefers,
She of ashes to ashes, bones to bones.
With my distraction his lustful hunger staves
For she who was once his favourite sin,
But I surmise that in his eyes he craves
Her fiery touch and her silken skin.
He knows that I would rather be deceived
Than told unhappy truths that would kill me,
And have his reconciliation received
When I'm not at all compared to she
Who (iron locks cast off) dwelt in my place;
She who fuels my falling from his grace.

[ColyTom]

That is good, it has depth to it. 7/10

[jinxii]

Thank you. More effort was spent on getting the iambic pentameter (10 syllables per line, emphasis on alternate syllables) and the Shakespearian rhyme scheme (ABABCDCDEFEFGG). =)