Cruel Intentions
What games are these you dare to play,
In shadows cast by yesterday?
Was heartache not a feast for you,
That now you seek to bleed me through?
Your specter creeps where it's not asked,
A maskless ghost, in malice masked.
You sniff the cracks in barricades,
And revel in the love that fades.
You claw at doors long closed and barred,
A parasite with a wilting heart.
You whisper memories, half-devoured,
Then flaunt the one who watched us sour.
You dangle kindness, baited breath,
Then twist the knife to mimic death.
You beg my mind, not love, to stay
To haunt me in your fractured way.
Was it not enough to see me break,
To steal the light, my soul to take?
Now that I'm free, you wear your chains,
And seek to forge me new domains.
But I’ve become the ash and fire,
Born again from our funeral pyre.
Your ego shrinks at my escape,
So now you scheme, pretend, reshape.
You send your echoes, laced with rot,
Still hoping I’ll forget you’re not
The woman needed, dreamed, or knew,
But just a shell that pain shone through.
You borrowed warmth and called it yours,
Then left me cold behind locked doors.
Yet now you knock, all dressed in grief
A thief who mourns her own motif.
No longer will I wear your scars
As proof of love or battle stars.
Erase, I will, the days we bled;
You are the ghost I’ve left for dead.
So what is it, this twisted game?
What do you seek- pity? A name?
You lost me, yes. That truth remains.
Now live alone with self caused pains.