Your Name
Danced acrossed His lips
with agonizing frequency.
Yours, His and Hers.

She,
Faded from His lips rapidly,
Given the Choice,
Reality or Fantasy
He, of course,
Chose reality....

I held him close
Lending him Strength
as he wrestled Demons
With which you so lovingly
Infected Him.

Then Closer,
Loving Him without question
as he tried driving me away
He feeling Unworthy
of the Love I offered.

I held Him Fiercely
Many nights, many times
Loving Him
As he mourned you and M....

M...
Fading from his life
without so much as a
'By your leave'
The cause painfully obvious
I mourned that loss with Him
For the loss of Love
without closure
Is tragedy....

I watched as you played Him
Your Muse, Your Poppet
Tormenting at will
Cruelly playing his Emotions
His friendship
For your amusement

You felt
I was unworthy of Him
"not pretty" "too fat" "too old"
etc. etc.
Your shallow narcissistic mind
Simply unable to comprehend
There is far more to me
Than met your eyes.

I know the games
You tried to play
with our relationship....
Perhaps you should
Know your Opponent
Before you choose
To challenge the Master.

I hold Him now as then
Not with chains but an open door
And open arms
Free to walk away if he desires.
Yet I never fear it.

Our Love and Devotion
Transcends
That of the Mortal plane
Such the pity
that you will never know
The exquisite pleasure
Of unconditionally loving
Someone other than yourself.

Crossing paths the first time
I was intrigued....
You refused to lower yourself
to acknowledge my presence.

No matter,
I could smell the stench
of your rotted Soul
Feel the slime of your stagnant
Heart and Brain
From twenty feet away.

I knew you for what you are
A decaying corpse
Feeding on the lives and souls
of those around you.
Trying in vain to fill that void
You call Life.

You "fear the dust of histories"
As well you should
For the winds of change forever blow
Covering the dust of the Past
With dunes of the Present.
Soon you will no longer exist
for those that once mattered.
Not even in memory....