in another life

you stormed across my frenzied seas,
winds tore down my brittle trees,
rubble littered my dirtied beach,
and my heart, shattered in pieces.

my body maimed–your words, the blade,
twisted it, left my blood to drain,
burned my corpse to an ash-filled vase,
attended my funeral so you weren’t blamed,
returned only once to spit on my grave.

this cyclical torture, my unfortunate fate,
you killed me, now i’m the ghost that remains.
i hope that you shiver when you hear my name.
i hope that it’s cold in the bed which you lay.
i hope you regret all the misery you made.

and i hope you realize what your actions have done.
i see that you’ve buried your guilt with the gun.
i heard your excuse, “we were just too young.”
i know that you needed to learn from someone,
but why did you choose to leave me undone?

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