Lost

You saw my face 

And said "Just wait.

"I love you will still morph to hate."

and yes one day

your words were prey

and life was eager, carnage bait

But what I said 

and what you heard 

was more to me than just plain words 

but late one fall

to end it all

my words indeed began to turn

And you stood high

on throne built nigh

my anger reeked of truth past spoke

and you remained

as one who trained

to be the widow always broke 

You couldn't see

that it was me 

all that you saw was in your head

and yes I've prayed 

in hate filled grave 

that you'd be gone when I left bed 

Okay you win

the widows sin

will not forsake her mothers pain

but what you lost

at such a cost 

was your own heart a piece now slain