a monster, truly
it’s a shame
you can’t drink tea
anymore
perhaps you ought’ve
stuck with
drinking coffee,
but no one would say
you were the most
sensible;
you did trade a ruby
for a marble
you were the wolf that turned
to shatter the heart of a girl whose
only crime was loving you—
i remember you told me i didn’t have
a temper,
but you should have felt the impact
of a hurricane by now;
i hope every time you’re with her
you’re haunted by the shadows of my name
that the sunsets of my dreams shatters through
yours causing only nightmares
until you can look yourself in the face and see yourself
for what you truly are:
a monster.
