Burn the Witch

Tiny daggers shot my way.

Keep friends close, and past enemies closer.

You disguised yourself as a friend.

Were you out to burn me all along?

I was a fool to trust you.

I believed in you,

And that you could change.

That you wanted to change.

I thought you wanted to become a better person.

This wound goes back 12 years, not three weeks.

Three weeks ago I got fed up enough to speak my mind.

It’s emotionally draining to listen to someone complain about a daily basis but refuse to do anything to better themselves.

If you want better friends, be a better friend.

If you are sick of being poor, get a better job.

The decisions lie within you.

Only you can determine your future.

I call it how I see it.

I gave you tough love,

And you couldn’t handle my blunt honesty.

Nothing I ever said was hateful.

My words were not out of spite.

I came from a place of caring and compassion.

You were blinded by your own opinion of yourself.

You hold yourself higher than anyone else holds you.

You think you are some sort of local celebrity.

Few even remember your name these days.

The world is a different place.

You don’t know how to live outside the box.

I am painted as a monster.

In your mind, I am never the caring friend I once was.

I dared to confront the unconfrontable.

So now you must burn me at the stake.

I am being witch hunted and mistreated by strangers.

You tell them “Burn the witch” and bring me back her head on a platter.

We started off as enemies.

We turned into friends.

Now we are enemies again.

I dislike this inconsistency.

This unneeded drama.

You are draining all my time.

You call me cynical.

I am untrusting of those I don’t know well.

Evil queens start out as Disney princesses.

After years of heartache and abuse, they turn to the dark side no matter how much light was in their heart.

A land where peasants try to steal your boyfriend.

And so-called princes play mind games with your heart.

I recovered from all of this.

I left those memories in the past.

I forgave but did not forget.

I moved on.

Time healed my wounds.

And that so-called prince wearing his rusted armor wanted us to fight to the death over him.

Instead, I gave you a chance at being my friend and not my enemy.

I tried to be the bigger person.

He wanted us to poison each other's minds while he pulled the puppet strings on both our hearts at the same time.

Looking back I was a fool to fight so hard to win his love.

I was a fool to build my life around him.

He was no trophy.

Heartache and too much heartbreak.

I lost my head.

These events live in the back of my mind.

I am not so quick to trust now.

Trusting to soon blows up in my face like a birthday cakes candles burning me as I am trying to blow them out.

Like a house fire I didn’t start, but now have the luxury of putting out.

She rubs a seemingly perfect relationship in my face,

And then wonders why I am sick of hearing about it.

I hear her chanting “Burn the witch”

I remember the prince in the rusted armor.

So much sugar coated nonsense.

I can see the cracks in your logic.

Cracks in your glasshouse.

Yet you are the one throwing stones?

I am tired of walking on glass around you.

I bite my tongue until it bleeds.

I keep everything bottled up inside,

Until it explodes like a champagne bottle and we are both covered in its contents.

There is no genie in this bottle.

Only truth.

I give honest opinions.

I even apologized at one point.

Patrons of her army still chant “Burn the witch”

“Bring me back her head”

I was pushed to the end of my cliff to many times.

I finally took two steps forward and you punch me in the heart once more.

I fall backwards to my death.

She is left with half of a broken locket in her hands.

You pushed me.

Then you turned on me.

Do you still wonder how evil queens get their wings?

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