you are not my genesis,
just as you were not  
my end; 

i define myself— 

wish you could’ve been
my forever, 
but i suppose asking you 
to be loyal and true was just 
asking too much of you; 

insincere and cruel 
you kept me holding on  
when you had no intention to 
love me back— 

your lust shattered my
rose tinted glasses, 
but that’s about all; 

i rediscovered my magic
and my voice 

once you were gone— 

so don’t think your  
coffins bind anyone  
except yourself, 
and one day your nightmares 
will eat you instead of those 
you seek to devour.