Shall I tell you a story of a time I found love.
Shall I tell you who broke my heart —
An angel, a demon; a blessed mix of the two.
A soul akin to my own.
Shall I tell you how she struck without warning.
Shall I tell you how the ghost of her faded —
Without a note on the wall, or the air;
I forget which is meant to come first.
Shall I tell you of a time it tore me apart and left me with nothing.
Shall I tell you how the scraps were picked clean by scavengers —
Vultures I once called family.
Shall I tell you how they plotted and schemed,
How their conniving, deceptive, lying, cheating, stealing ways
Had set about enacting these moments —
Not by chance, but by design — a betrayal disguised as happenstance.
Shall I tell you how they feared the monster,
Long before they created it.
Shall I tell you how silence became my only reply.
Shall I tell you what I became after the wreckage,
How the justice I sought, I found, seeking me also —
As if reality bent its will in the face of tears that dropped in silence —
Shall I tell you of the reckoning that is to come?
Or would you rather just believe I stayed broken.