You Will Never...

This is not a poem about love, or heartbreak.
 
 
 
 
You could not bare
to stay away,
Could you?
You had to see your
first victim. See the first soul you shattered.
To leave an imprint of Fear and Treachery.
 
You wanted to remind me
of what you did,
Didn't you?
Wanted to remind me of
the pain and violence You caused.
Of all the cheerful memories of mine, You ruined.
All the freedom that I owned-
To Rip it in shreds and burn it,
Until it became a lifeless mound of ash, then stone.
 
You wanted to see me
one last time,
To putrify and burn me  
with your virose stare
that would devour my lachrymose tears.
 
You are a barathrum
who accomplishes vetand actions.
I vilipend you for the vorpal,
and sinister vorant of my soul.
And although you have taken
Every memory of happiness
I owned, I will tell you this:
[b]You will Never vesuviate my Spirit,
You will Never vesuviate my Passion,
And You will Never vesuviate my
Capability to Love, and be loved in return.
[i]