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My Greatest Sin
What’s worse than hating someone you used to love?
Someone you admired disappointing you
Again and again
I didn't want to be proven wrong
I didn't want my friends
Who I defended you to
Ending up right
I'll face my
Jeering critics and caretakers
And turn my back on you
One last time
My gaping wounds
Harden into scabs
My skin grows scales
Immortality is my greatest sin
I gave you my trust, my heart, my hope, my time, my dedication
And you took all that
Crumpled it like a worthless receipt
With your reckless words
How dare you make me not care
Not try
My work was my child
My motive her mother
Should I lay my armor down?
Pick away my deformities?
is this freedom, revolution?
Or the tax on me
After chopping my limb off
Are limbs worth keeping
If the flesh is rotting?
Can the unrepairable be repaired?
Should I tolerate you or embrace you?
Either is the death of me
Copyright ©
Emily Busemeyer
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