so in life you destroyed me

you tore down my world

I devolved from a woman to a scared little girl

I ground to a halt

and ceased all acts of trust

you froze my heart with denials of us

and now, un-recovered,

still bleeding from soul, arms, and mind

still smoking, still drinking

still the antithesis of fine

I see you walk by

in your perfect little world

perfect friends, perfect roommate,

and now the perfect girl

and I shiver, I grow cold

in my hollow, bitter rind

as the melancholy dies

and the anger surfaces this time

it occurs to me, in a twist of fate

that I could crucify you

I could get you back

0I could make you suffer too

revenge by fiction

the pen, my weapon of choice

I come out of my darkness

find a new voice

my resurrection is your death

I have rebirth in your pain

and though you are in pieces

I am finally whole again

I will show the world your dark side

the one they never see

shed light on all your faults

and on what you did to me

ill tell them all about it

and write the true nature of the beast

get rid of all my hurt

and bruise you well, at least