caught in the cross-fire of your destruction.
and i fight myself to not return the hatred and the anguish
you see, what you did, was selfish
self-loathing
perverse
destructive
destroying life and its joy
i look at the trees dance in midst of winds and storms
and i long for their serenity
grace
peace
and beauty
their branches may break
but they continue life growing
i watch her
helpless
hurt
bound
caged like a bird
that belongs in the free skies
flying high and low
as it pleases
but you held her
robbed her
tore her
leaving her
searching
for a love
something to fill the void
the more i see
more i hate
the more i want to hurt
****
you
and
i.
you for
taking
manipulating
taking advantage of her
innocence.
and i
for watching
not giving her
sufficient love
to make
her
realize
that you
were not
her lover
her care-giver
her provider
her everything
but that
you were her
button to
self-destruction
her
predator.