Poetry

A glance back at the past, 
Yet even then it was fake, 
We were never meant to last, 
You were one giant mistake, 
And yet now, 
You think, 
Somehow, 
I'd sink, 
At the flash of  your hand, 
The tip of your hat? 
You think you command? 
Well I say, Hows that? 
And now that you've reappeared, 
You expect me to be kind, 
As if my hate has disappeared, 
From the depths of my mind, 
Well you're wrong, 
It's still here, 
All along, 
While you're near, 
I can't help but feel, 
The unsatisfied urge, 
To hastily repeal, 
Apologies, I'm on the verge-
Of releasing my rage, 
Upon your existance, 
Of locking you in a cage, 
And with a dagger's assistance, 
Force into your heart, 
The pain that you dealt me, 
Tearing you apart, 
So that I can feel free, 
Such is the action I would take, 
If you were here, don't you see? 
I will never in life forsake, 
To give you the pain that you gave me.