Despair grows and blooms, in full as
sorrow falls, crashing down
from rain clouds.
Let me rip you open and show you
how this feels.
Eyes of judgment stare me down
every chance they get, like daggers.
Piercing gaze, why not mine as I help you
to understand the cost, the result
of your far from innocent intentions.
Secrets whispered between
trusted lips, and I am the last to realize
your petty annoyances with me.
I am your most despised enemy,
An obscure source of competition.
I have come to take your most precious possession.
I have seen to it that you
Is that what you needed to hear?
Deal with it, dearest.
I am here and he
will be mine.
What did I ever do to you?