Le Cygne

Three of Swords

I'd be lying if I said you never crossed my mind but darling, when you do it's never good.

If you think you're some kind of martyr, I hate to be the one to tell you

You're nothing more than a manipulative narcissist,

sprawled on the steps of his own victimhood.

I'm not sure what you want me to say or how you expect me to react,

But for someone who lacked the tact to say it himself,

Who sent his dogs to my doorstep with their teeth bare in his stead,

You can sift through the rubble you left on your own time.

They were met with muzzles and hell to pay

And if you keep lurking in the shadows of the cemetery plots,

You should know the grim is off his leash and I will never ask him to hesitate again.

That is not a threat, it's a promise.

I am my own woman first, last, and always.

I'm not daft and I am not your friend or your anything for that matter.

If you want to play God, you can do it with someone who has more patience to cater to you

Because after three years of chasing your ghost

I'm locking the gates, saging the house, and salting the windows and doors.

There is no welcome for you or your poltergeists here.

Find someone else to haunt, there is more than enough that I have sacrificed for you.

I'm not giving you my life too.