"to forget me," you once said,
publicly but indirect,
and i was sure you shred
the memories we spent
when i was overjoyed
and you were never bent,
but broken was how you left.

i can't seem to contemplate
in proper words to say
these fragments on a plate
of glass you threw away
towards our horrid fate,
you knew what was coming our way,
but you didn't push me away.

is revenge what you seek
for what was said and done?
you know when i am weak
and convinced me to chose to run
away from you're meek,
quiet, dark verge upon
what lies inside of my physique
of such odd unknown ethic.

you planned to plunge me into the darkness
too late for i've long been caged by madness.