i had gotten the message
so many pages of hate
it was oh so bitter
and i loathed the taste
the taste of her words,
the words i once kissed
the voice of her own
the voice that had a twist
she had betrayed what we were
the promises we made
she had taken all i loved
and burned it at the stake
she was lonely and hurt
so she molded me into herself
struck me down little by little
and left me in the dust
so i never tried to crawl to victory
or reach some kind of end
instead i starved and withered
and slowly creeped over the bend
no one would come save me
for no one could know what was wrong
my throat was too dry
to tell them what i'd become
somewhere i was rotting
and parts of me still were
some parts of me dying
and others were already there
i think part of me knew
i couldn't call it quits
so it kept itself alive
and made sure i would live
it hurt so much
the way it made me feel again
however sadly, what kept me going
was only a need for revenge.
( 2020 )
