Sordid Queen.

All along, you’ve been,

the perfected example of,

a fair-weather friend,

a swiping white glove,

every time and again,

deprived me of your Love,

you’d reel me right in,

then forget who I was,

mistress of my chagrin,

destroyer of my trust;

Somehow, over the years,

I’ve carved a space for you,

you’ve become fully endeared,

by the darkness you bore me into,

captured in buckets of tears,

the pains I associate with you,

you’d flicker and disappear,

I just wanted you to approve,

dagger-fanged in my nightmares,

destroyer of my youth.