Now that Ieatworms has vacated the Society, I can post all my poems I've written about how terrible she made me feel. This is the most recent.
The first time,
You were everything;
Imprinted in my mind,
Having conquered my soul.
The first time, I died for you.
“You’re not doing this for me…”
You, and only you.
The second time,
You were merely there;
Expelled from my mind,
Yet haunting my soul.
The second time, I died to escape.
“You’re doing this to get to me.”
For you no longer.
This time,
You were gone;
Dismissed from my mind,
And releasing my soul.
This time, I died for me.
“Why show this to me?”
To prove you are forgotten
There will be no next time.
Now, I live.
HELP ME FIX IT!
