you
showed up in
the night with your
mind full of
spite.

-and all the broken vows went to your head.

so
you hid
behind me – thus, the
spite turns to
glee.

- and you bit the hand that fed you till it bled.

now
you scream
that I am wrong, you
were right all
along.

-but bitten children don't forget first bites.

but
now you are
gone – you thought
I would soldier
on.

-I loved you, but never spiteful nights.