I have
put away the childish things. The 3 days of mourning are over. Now it’s back to
business. No more pillow talk, weakness, crushing under the weight of what I supposed
was love. That was love. That was me. And now the scales have dropped from my
eyes.
This
is for you.
If you
expected me to sink under, think again. I am back like the herpes, stronger
than I ever was. The guard I let down for you, I have reinforced and now there’s
total lockdown. You thought I would cower under you and your glorified charms. In
a moment of weakness, perhaps something in me did. Something I had very little
control over paid tribute to the power you wielded in me.
I made
out to fight you with all I had; fight you so hard that I would start to fear
for myself. I made out to hate you now that your fangs have been drawn and
poisoned my heart. I set out to avenge myself for the injustice you did me. For
a moment there, I was lost within myself in the sorrow and the heartache. I am
Here Now. Broken heart still beating.
You were
once the centre of my universe. Now I draw you to me. I will make you beg me. I
will make you unlove me and curse the day you met me if you don’t already do. I
will wield you like a puppeteer and have you tiptoe around me, same way you
made me do you. For the tables are turned.
I will
make you.
For
now you dance. Now you grovel in the mud. Now you stay awake in the dead of the
night, calling my name. Too bad you can no longer summon me. Now you sleep walk
your way back into my heart. Now you die tiny deaths every time you think me
forever lost to you. Now you stalk me for you cannot help how you feel.
Now you
die.
For
Romeo’s heart is turned to stone.
On my
tombstone lies a few chosen words:
“Here lies True Love’s first victim.”
