Love, did I deserve to be treated that way?
You finally got me alone,
Nobody standing between you and your prey,
And you took whatever I refused to give,
Pretending you can mold me like clay.
But you gifted me hate you can never outlive,
The only good thing from that day.
Now I hold that memory close to my heart,
Hoping you pray I never give it away.
Love, you are so scared I will show my cards,
You sink your tears in old ashtrays.
My truth haunts your soul like a ghost,
It will always be there, it will stay.
I am the one thing you fear the most.
Still, you chose to get your way,
And this is your final toast.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 