She sat, no shrank, on the edge of her seat,
Already gunning to run.

I thought to retreat, but I steadied my feet, seeking solace for this one.

I quickened my step, set my mind, and gently called out our name.

I’d expected a fight, accusations then flight, but she seemed to name my game.

So I sat, no slid, down right beside her, and sang the story of us.

As a eulogy, a warning, of the dangers of naive and misplaced trust.

The tear in her eye, the black of her lip, made me fear I was untimely.

You see this life, our love, it hasn’t treated us kindly.

Our sunshine has set to burn, no break, every bit of us he can.

He kisses with pain, hugs to restrain, it’s all part of the master plan.

To seclude and ******, belittle, reduce, so we are only a shadow of we.

I am here, a whisper of the future, a picture of what you shall be.

If you don’t push yourself up, get out, I shall remain your destiny.

A bitter, battered girl with only a shadow of love for the man you thought he could be.

You are loved, you are worthy, you are making so many mistakes.

You are wilted, you are tired, you are brimming with brewing hate.

Let go, let live, let die, whatever need it be.

Give up, give in, on him but never we.