I leave it in the hands of the gods.
I ask that they are merciful on her just as they have been with me,
I ask that they are swift in Justice with him as they were with me.

It’s days like this that I wish the bullet hadn’t jammed in the chamber,
That the car had burned.
That it all ended.

The ravens, the eagles.
They would circle the tree outside my window, I’d heard their caws throughout my lifetime.
My love, she tells me the gods have watched over me for years.
The pain and suffering we’ve endured yet somehow overcome in extraordinary ways.
Yet the same signs, the ravens & the eagles.
We’ve both grew up with them.
For now we both know, the gods watch over us and even now continue to show us their mercy.

“Who hurt you?”
She asked softly in the dim lit room.
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“Her among many others, many whom came in the form of love, comfort, safety or the promise of happiness.”
He said while his mind wandered into the dark corners
“She became the best and the worst all so quickly, and I was foolish enough to believe her words of love and kindness for actions do indeed speak louder than words. History repeats and eventually we’re  all pawns in her game.”

At the end of the day, after long hours of daily life.
We find ourselves in our separate lives.
The bitter truth of how your love for me was but a lie, and yet I can’t help but wonder if you’d finally led someone else into your trap.
The need to not be alone, the constant want for pity.
I find myself feeling sorry for the poor soul who has wrapped themselves in the web of lies you pulled many times before.
One day I hope they live to see the truth,
Or maybe not.
Either way the sad reality is that one who compels others to stay in their lives only by twisting the truth so they can be the victim.
It’s pathetic and small.
Yet I find myself once again hoping for the best,hoping you find the help you need.
And that one day the lies stop.
Because until then the pain will never go away.
Around and around we go.
We’re all pawns in Her game.
The dead, the broken, the blind.