A capacity for malice and heart of gold.
A juxtaposition so I’m told,
but when she forces him to fold,
you’ll know just what I mean.
Holding many a conflicting face,
it’s something pure but also base,
a bitter draught in any case,
that tastes of what I mean.
It wasn’t always this way.
A shattered heart led her astray
‘and it was mended wrong’ she’ll say,
‘Do you know what I mean?’.
So she did what she swore she never would,
that before she knew she never could,
so far away from the things she stood,
that forced her to be mean.
I haven’t quite decided if this is a hate or love letter.Maybe it’s a bit of both.
I have sometimes been your ally and at times your enemy.A relationship like this would never end well.The idea of you brings mixed emotions.
At times you make me believe that I’m so powerful and strong only later to become twisted into shards and pushed into my throat.
You can make something that once was pure and good so ugly and base.You can also create false images which make a mockery of me.
I can’t blame you.You are but a tool to be used and we used you devastatingly well
We wield our words as we see fit and destroy our pedastals that took so long to build.
Such a terrible waste.