let me apologize in advance for the way my hatred burns and pillages every civilization in its wake.

it appears that the shell of the broken, mangled old-me has escaped her cage after being exiled for what seemed like eternity;
she's back to lick my wounds and heal my imperfections once again.

for two years i managed to function as a real person.
the naive little girl i am, i found sunshine in the warmth of your gaze,
i allowed your blinding rays of hope to dry every drop of rain that leaked from my soul-
you truly were This Little Light of Mine.

and then your lips selfishly decided they needed hers.
your most sacred monument developed an insatiable ache for her tongue.

less than 48 hours after i gave myself to you for the first time,
you ripped me to pieces as if i were nothing more than a failed attempt at a poem expressing anything other than loss,
or the paper heart your first lover gave you on Cupid's birthday.

i've been hungry my whole life, and though our fairy-tale may have disappeared in the blink of an eye, the entirety of the infatuation fed more dying fragments than i'd ever realized i was composed of.