She never lied to me, but her truths concealed
And now I sit
Chest tight
pit of burnig coal beneath my heart
sipping bile till it fills me
overflows from my eyes

I hope you're happy
Flesh joined without feeling
The writhing meaningless pleasures erasing
our few mere kisses
Paltry embraces
Taint the purity of that rite
Desecrate the altar of my joy

I hope you're happy
I fling the words like daggers at a picture of your face
They scatter on the parchment and frame your smile
That shy curl of your lips that made me believe
I had found a kindred soul

I hope you're happy
I scream it like a poison in my veins
Needles under skin
Cut out my own s-s-stuttering
USELESS
tongue which once touched yours.
Take it.
You will need it more than me

I hope you're happy
because otherwise
What's the gods-damned point

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Miraman, in the year 887 AF.