The Craft

I banished you from doing harm to others.

Your hate will come back with the power of three.

It will come back threefold directly at you and those around you.

There will be car accidents and chaos.

This is not my fault.

This is your fault for messing with someone who has more power in her pinky finger than you do in your entire body.

I never wanted anyone else to get hurt.

In fact, I felt bad looking at the wreckage that was left behind.

Magic is neither white or black.

It is gray and good and bad come from any spell you may cast on others.

You will be the one laying in the hospital bed at the end of this film.

You will be the one in the restrains losing your mind like Nancy from the movie The Craft

I was always Sarah from the start.

Trying to fit in where I didn’t belong.

You got what you put out.

Your own toxicity broke mirrors and made snakes appear to attack me.

You wrap the innocent around your finger and manipulate them into thinking you are a fragile creature.

I know what you are capable of.

I have felt your burn enough times to know your true colors and your evil.

I give you a solution.

You give me an excuse.

You grew around my psyche

Like the roots of an old tree.

I cut through your grasp with an old rusted chainsaw.

It has years of wear but still does the job it was made to do.

I fought fire with fire.

I had to slam the door and then run away without looking back.

I set the bridge on fire after I crossed it.

There is no going back.

I can examine the ashes, but I can not put the pieces back together.

This puzzle is nothing but ash and ruin.

You wasted my time and energy.

You destroyed my spirit and made me doubt myself.

You put the voices in my head that were trying to misguide my path.

I made peace with the past.

I don’t have to make peace with you.

Your intentions were always bad.

Like witchcraft set out to harm me.

Like a spell set up to hurt me.

Like practicing The Craft without looking towards the future.

Without knowing there would be repercussions for your behaviors.

I put my sword down.

I still hold onto my shield tight.

I agree to disagree.

I agree to shoot no more arrows.

My guards will still be in my watchtowers in case you attack again when I least expect it.

You made an enemy for life this time.

I know the evil you are capable of.

You twist my words into your own meanings.

I have to forget why I was mad in the first place in order to be your friend again.

I still have your sword in my back.

You were so quick to stab me when all I wanted was a break from you.

A moment to breathe and revalued my surroundings and the intent of those around me.

I needed some time to myself.

You used this time to spread negative propaganda and rumors about me to anyone that would listen.

Everyone that you came into contact with.

I felt your words.

I felt your hates.

The things you say about me say more about you than they ever said about me.

The way you were so quick to tell all my secrets.

How my trust meant nothing to you.

I vented to you when I needed someone.

You turned my own words on me.

I was acting on emotion.

I own up to anything I may have said.

I am not a liar.

Where you deny your own truths.

*This poem will be featured in my upcoming poetry collection "Peeling Sanity"

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