The ache shoots through my trembling body,
It gets buried so deep I can barely survive.
I know I am alive because you haunt me,
But I am not sure if my love can be revived.
I was the hunter, but you took my weapons,
Humbling me in front of the crowds.
I allowed it to happen, thinking you care,
While you grew me a forest of violent doubts.
Not sure if you were avenging yourself
Or if my confidence was your last enemy.
Go and take your apologies to your grave.
I will be the prey in your shining legacy.
-Jackie