coming for you

watching you every day,

wrath festers in my blackened heart.

you act like your life is purely self-made,

but i was the one who let you have your fame.

and then there’s him, the one who mindlessly does everything you say.

he, the boy who gave all this a start.

we three were the bestest of friends, always at play.

so long ago, before you pushed me all the blame.

and i, for taking the lifelong sentence without a fray,

didn’t ever consider that you could be trying to outsmart.

when we heard the news that day, of the blood shed from our sharp blade,

we three, being “young and innocent,” created a frame.

i was the one to pay.

both of you were the ones to pass right under the poisonous dart.

alas, your love declarations for one another had just been made,

and to separate true love would be an unforgivable shame.

and when i came back from that horrible place of grey,

you appeared to have forgotten what i had done for you and your sweetheart.

funny, it was. for you to have decided to simply fade.

when he went along so easily, i furiously realized your whole game.

i now wander the halls alone, wondering whom you are next going to betray.

in the days of us, we made a wonderful chart.

i wrote your names on that to-kill list and prayed

that you two will one day burn under my livid flame.