I thought I’d closed
The book on you so many years ago
But that’s just another,
“I told you so,” for you
You made me a man,
A person, a thing
And secretly I know
I can’t just walk away
Remember when you tried
To give me a new name?
It was the last thing that you could
Take from me
And when the bright lights come
Shining down on me
It’ll be our shadows, embracing,
That will remain
You’re the woman who
Made the man who made the monster
How very Mary Shelley of you
You gave me a mark
You dirtied my skin
With the outline of our shadows
A bookmark for your mess
The greatest poetry that
I could ever write
Was tears streaming
Down your face
Knowing I gave you in an instant
What you did to me over time
Sweet revenge—that was our love to me
No one will ever love me like you did
I hope no one ever loves me like you did
I am only what you made me
And our outline hides in every page
Of this beautiful tragedy
Are you still satisfied?
Look on your works and despair
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