These stories were ours.
Meant for you and me.
Reader and writer.
Not divine, not secret, but still sacred.
They were already shared.
But never with her.
Never for Fate.
This story, this grief.
It was never hers to interpret.
And yet she reached in.
She stole verses I gave to you.
She twisted what was ours,
Into something she could sing for herself.
These are the pieces she dug out.
What was previously shared,
Now tainted by her intrusion.
They were torn out from their homes,
And stitched where they did not belong,
Not by my choice,
But by her trespass.
x https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5066755/nightmare/
x https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5021519/prestige/
x https://hellopoetry.com/collection/136316/suppressium-the-dignicide-doctrine/
x https://hellopoetry.com/collection/136315/mistys-journey/
x https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5034083/blood-upon-the-sunrise/
x https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5046928/the-answer-shall-be-revealed/
x https://hellopoetry.com/collection/136318/****-me-kindly/
x https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5037300/we-got-green-eyes/
x https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5036128/do-you-praise-the-sword-or-the-man/
x https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5044542/shoot-shoot-shoot/
x https://hellopoetry.com/collection/136317/diamond-devil-vs-iron-angel/
But she did not stop there,
No.
She pried beyond what was spoken.
She infiltrated beyond what was documented.
She didn't stop at memory.
She wanted what hadn't become language yet.
These stories were mine.
Unwritten, unfinished, unposted.
Still fluid within the shelter of thought.
Still private.
Still alive.
But she couldn't wait,
To pull threats from the mind,
To taint not just the lesson,
But the source.
Now she knows what even you don't.
She has seen what has yet to be shared.
Not as a privilege,
As a threat.
So if you, reader, choose to stay,
Do so as one who understands the gravity of patience.
This is not entertainment.
This is reclamation.
At least, it is the attempt.
Because success is not guaranteed,
When she is still listening.
So then, let this be a warning.
In the chaos of your ideas,
And the silence between your thoughts,
Beware what parasites may linger.
If you think your mind is private,
Yours alone,
You may be mistaken.
Neither reality nor fiction,
Has a right,
To invade your mind.
Yet both,
Will do whatever it takes,
To steal it for themselves.
Learn from my mistakes.
You can't keep her out.
She will force her way in.
Fate is already looking through your eyes.
All she needs now is your voice.
So when all else is taken,
When she occupies your mind,
Speak from your thoughts,
Not hers.
Don't lend your voice to anyone.
You can't help but think others' thoughts,
But you had better speak your own words.