I saw it in him
the day his hands shook
with misplaced anger
Malice and indifference
potent in both his words and his features
He always said we were beauty
But I was the beauty, he was the opposite
From brittle roots grew the gnarled tree
which he made his nest in
Forceful words too harsh to speak
was how he build his home.
I could’ve said he was beautiful once
but that would be a lie
His life, brimming with ugly.
Lying and manipulation
Greed was how he lived.
His otherwise beautiful face, twisted
Through untold clouds of unforgiving fallacies
He chose to hide away.
He chose to become a cruel joke
of what he could have been.
Our love sent astray.