To M

I often wonder how it must feel to twist someone’s arm

To get what you want when on their knees they had already kneeled

Already pained and lost but your selfish ways were worth more than their life cost?

You think you know darkness but you have no courage,

Must be why this didn’t end with a horse and carriage.

When someone is drowning from your feet on their neck

How was your loneliness of more value, a worthless check.

The volume of your pride is astounding

Your lack of self awareness is slowly unwinding

Must be of a weak nature

To force someone to drink up the pain you refused to endure.

You see, you wouldn’t believe the depths of a soul

It is impossible when yours was never whole

To rather treat a woman like a tool, well you must know in the end that you were the fool.

“Pathetic”

“Piece of Shit”

“Weak”

My God, the mercy I showed you was wasted

As you were never deemed worthy.

When you said those to me, I swore it must have been your reflection whom you chose these words to speak.

Week after week, time after time

I prayed for your healing while you disregarded mine.

The best puppeteer I’ve ever witnessed,

It must be so easy when you twist your victims spineless

No wonder you didn’t respond,

One’s mouth can’t move when they realized they did wrong.

To M from J