I know your weakness, your every thought and plan for success,
I know how to take away from you something that cannot be repaid with forgiveness.
I understand your deepest synapses formed, I know how to twist them so you are destroyed.
I still remember your skin, memories of how things began,
I still carry your smile like a poisoned scythe in my head,
begging to cut you down.
You left spite and malice behind to contend with loneliness which will plunge a fist into me first, yet here I sit fighting the demons begging me to ruin you so badly.
If only I hadn't loved you so madly.