March

Beat, broken.  
Colors, frayed.  
March on boy.  
Don't dare look back.  
You miss me?
Bite me.
You were cruel and cold,
leaving me hollow after taking nearly everything.
So March you asshole.
Leave me be.  
Don't dare cast your pretty eyes
on my tear-stained face.
Because you lost the right to look at me when you devoured my heart.
March boy.  
March on, and don't dare look back.
I am stronger now, your abuse
turning me into a beast of beauty and passion.
now I stalk the night,
making them tremble at my faint touch.
I am beyond your reach now,
full of fire and glory where
once nothing grew.
want to take me back?
Bite me.  
March on, toy soldier.
You are nothing now.