By Linda Crate
you were supposed
to care,
but you didn’t;
you were someone
i trusted
although i never should’ve—
just another devil
with a broken halo
barely lit atop
his head,
and i wish i could break that
broken crown and shove
it down your throat
even if that is not nice or right or fair;
because you killed the girl i once
was and forced me to die to who i was—
i liked the woman i was before,
yet all the birds of her are scattered;
and i am forced to look at these new
birds and new trees and maybe i should
feel honored because i was able to find
myself once more
but i will never thank you for everything
you’ve taken from me—
of all the monsters you’ve met you’re the worst
because at least they admitted they were monsters,
but you maintain your innocence even though
we both know it’s a lie.
Copyright© 2021 by Linda Crate
Undivided Magazine 