Foulest lies poison your heart
you betrayed my trust as well
I should have known it from the start
Now this ill-wrested love has soured
Your hate, from hate birthed from your mind
any goodness from you devoured
all the meanwhile I was blind
Low snipes and envy does you little favours
my strength sucked dry at your leisure
poverty struck my Muse it waivers,
I’ll starve her no longer for your pleasure
You’ll now feed my pen with plot and skill
Unwittingly your tainted tongue has birthed goodwill
I give thanks to the betrayer of my trust for allowing me to step up and away from a situation I may have become stale ... and ordinary. Truly.. thank you. I follow my dreams now; all because of you.
This was also submitted to Friday Flash.