Love Thing

She will not say she was Predator. She knows she was (She has that throbbing memory to remind her) But it's in her intuition, Her breath (her life) To be Victim. Let her play the part. "It was like a game of chess Against myself and I; I won And thus I lost- We met by fate Intertwined by what we loved The ice gradually cracked and broke And I wanted his flesh on mine, His breath on mine But he wanted me wholeheartedly. ME! But I was too torn I am torn to pieces. Yet I consented knowing... Knowing... I will break everything So long as I'm broken And without action, Without thought, He was made broken And now he breaks everything. A pestilent sick that penetrates. How was I supposed to know he would grow ill?" Now nod. Smile until your jaw cracks, Else she'll bicker Til you do. Don't show signs that you tracked her lie But show pity... She doesn't deserve pity But smile with pity Pity that the b**** lied to you. That she deserves.