The Opposite

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.



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