Head against the desk,
trying to keep these silly tears in
without the overflowing dam inside crashing over the sides of me,
the boundaries I built up as every harsh word was thrown my way.
I believed in you and your unpredictable beauty,
but all it led me to,
like breadcrumbs in the woods-
not my home-
not my prince,
but the wolf,
ready to eat this mangled heart of mine.
Ruined beyond repair,
at least that’s what it feels like.
A choked up sob building in my chest
and one single, exhausted sigh
is all it takes to crumble to dust before you.
Your friends, those pack animals who laugh like hyenas and torture their prey before heading in
for the kill.
They stare at me with their black hole eyes
and I wonder how someone so beautiful could handle such evil.
But I know how identical you are to them.
How the perfect omega was just another beta in that stupid pack,
and I fell into the trap he set for me.
The trap mistaken for love.
Well, I’m sorry.
And I’m a mess.
Chewed up but unswallowed,
left to rot here.
But of course I have to blink back the tears and clear my throat
and laugh along with my own pack,
trying to stay sane and indifferent
inside my own confines.
