Four years or maybe eleven,

Like rainbow colors – all seven,

We were never even.

You came in as a foe, then morphed into a companion.

Alas, it was never uncomplicated for us to be in union.

But I fought more than I thought I could.

But you fought less than I knew you would.

All the red-flags I disregarded,

All the warnings I discarded,

They all laugh in my face;

I try to run away, but they chase.

I knew I was going to be left out in the cold.

Or maybe I already was out in the cold?

Perhaps I was addicted to being bold?

The lies that you told,

The heartlessness that you sold –

They were all cloaked with charm

And I wondered, how could you possibly mean any harm?

Why would you possibly mean any harm?

But I knew something was suspicious

Because the smell in the air was devious,

But I wanted to give you more chances

Because you had one of those naive stances.

But now I know and now I see

That a fiend hides behind that face of thee.

But, don’t worry; my dignity is worth to me more;

More than this feeling of vengeance for my wounds so sore,

More than the heat of my boiling blood,

More than my serene mind, now a violent flood.

There is no need for me to bother,

I will stand by as yet another.

You will bring yourself to your knees,

Never again to rise.

For what you did, you’ll pay the price.

The devil will deliver its kiss

And the chance to see it, I would not miss.