Mistreated

They keep asking,

Do you think she will read this?

I know she will

Because she hurt her own feelings,

And she’s walking around,

Rallying the troops.

If I shut my mouth,

I’m afraid she will shoot.

They keep saying –

Why do you even bother?

I guess she’s my problem now,

My ghoul to smother.

But do you remember last summer?

She treated me like a muse.

My head got off balance,

And my north star got confused.

So, don’t even ask,

Don’t choke out my spark.

If I keep her deals a secret,

She will kill me in the dark.

-Jackie