Image: Sarolta Ban
False, flimsy, fragility
That’s what you are to me.
Hopes dashed, I am floundering.
That’s the cardboard aspect of you
A brittleness, of little substance
A pretentious mongrel
Who temporarily gives in only to fool
Then strikes again with power unreserved.
I hate what you have done
You taken from me all I hold precious
And with malicious contempt.
Your callousness astounds me
You have robbed not just me
But the love I held above all others.
I see you smirk in victory
Triumphant at my lose
But your victory is fleeting
As we will rise like a phoenix
Vanquishing you to your rightful abyss
For you are as your name suggests
A pain, an irritation,
We will not cower to.