Stone king

You throw

A dagger at her

She doesn’t care about

the pain

She just wants

You away from her

You disgust her

You prey on those

weaker than you with

“A sneer of cold command”

A coward

And yet think you can

get away with it

You’re the one holding the gun

While she’s on the ground

Leaking blood

But you’re playing

This game as

the goddamn victim

Trying to pull

Her apart some more

Your claws extending

Even as she tried to flee

Placing stones to

Trip her

So she’ll fall down

She won’t let you get

Your hands on her

Or on anyone else.

Not anymore.

Can’t you see? How

she’s scrub desperately at

the blood stains

and clawing at

the scars

Because they remind her

of you and your

disgusting ways

Where’s your

conscience?

You’re nothing but stone.

Maybe she’s just too

Young and naive

To wish

She was in the wrong

And not you

You’re so toxic

like cyanide

And arsenic

And your broken heart

Is no excuse

For hurting someone

Or breaking another

(Who’s already been

broken too many times).

So now

I’ll take that dagger

And cut

The sliver of a silver string

that’s holding you to her

And let you crumble

So that “Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away”

There’s no more

guiltiness

No more

Sympathy

And one thing’s for sure,

You aren’t a king.

Never was.

Never will be.

1/10/2020

*A/O this poem is dedicated to a friend, TeaRise and TeddyBear9979

stay safe, stay strong.

HAPPY OCTOBER :)

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**quoted portions are from the poem"Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley & Horace Smith

Hey Ozy? The only thank you I'll give you is for this poem.