Because you loved me
you abandon me
dress fear
with fear itself
reflecting
immersing
every shadow quivering
every shadow quivering
snapping her hand writing wrongs
you taint me
shame me
hate me
When said and done
create me?
Because you loved me
you abandon me
redress truth
with the contempt I deserve
yet
she is still poetry
her poisoned pen
twelve years to spill spit
friendship dead.
All that's left
a letter to one's self.
© 2014 Aug 18th - Michaela James
Pink Raven 1221™
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