GRIEF Poem: Malignant, by Cailey Hart

Agony simmered in my sullen eyes,
lost to heartbreak with a major surprise.
I couldn’t believe this with all your lies;
you brought me to my condemning demise.

And yet you swore to me that it was mine,
but I knew you had been with other guys.
So I poured from a tall bottle of wine
and drained it in the sink during sunrise.

It was the same wine we shared our first time,
but now the bottle is empty and so is my life.
What you have done to me should be a crime.
I was going to make you my dear wife.

How did I not see you were a disease?
Now I sit alone riddled with unease.

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