I laugh in the face of your anguish.
My revenge is in your unrest.
You came back to claim my innocence,
your anger, my last test.
You cried for my forgiveness
as you tried to steal my soul,
cleverly claiming ignorance
as you continued to dig the hole.
Planting seeds beneath the surface,
as they grew to strangle me.
You told me you were planting beauty,
when you were only sowing weeds.
Once again… I want to say that this is just for my book! I need poems that go with the stories I am writing. This is NOTHING to do with now… so no worries!