Sunday, August 17, 2014

The Patron Saint of Lost Causes

You were a master of twisting reality, words, and esteem.And you were stronger than me.
So I shattered.
And you were king.
It was your world and I survived in it.
And I didn't know then, but you thrived on that.
Only you don't get to control me.
You don't get to determine my worth.
And eventually I found my way out.
And it broke my heart when you didn't follow or cry out or feel
anything at all
And I thank you so much for that
I finally escaped you.
But I still loved you just enough to keep my silence
To pretend it was mutual
You didn't break my heart.
You ripped it out and held it in front of me.
And dared me to scream
And laughed in my face as I bled to death
But I didn't.
Hollow men will not rule me.
They will not silence me anymore.
I'm the phoenix. And you are no longer king.