Darkness

I gave you every­thing.
You were never too shy to accept gifts
and never found joy in giving.

I loved you, shar­ing myself with you.
You hid in the shad­ows of your heart,
care­lessly throw­ing dag­gers of self doubt.

I built you up.
You loomed over me
pour­ing flam­ing rage upon my head.

I nursed you back to health.
You poi­soned my heart with lies,
ensur­ing life would never taste sweet.

I cried vic­ar­i­ous tears for your tor­ment.
Your mirth still rings in my ears
when my trou­bled mem­o­ries fight to survive.

I would have died to see you smile.
You ate my fear and drank my screams,
my ter­ror was your sustenance.

I bared my soul’s throat to you.
You wear my blood under your nails,
cherry pol­ish for all to see.

This was writ­ten as a com­pan­ion to “Light.”

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