That's what you are.
Yet I left your side
fled the fatality of your charm.
Ran and hid away from harm.
A side of you lay in wait
the real game in a scheme
you might think properly ornate.
your words of love became a slur
your kisses became fists
leaving no safe way to resist.
When you held me near
It wasn't ‘cause you held me dear.
When you said 'you're perfect for me'
t'was when I was least right for me.
It wasn't really me you saw
wasn't me you thought you knew.
I'm the one who chose to go
to leave while still aglow, you see...
All 86 poems by Sara Militello