it is not bitter
when I tell you
she survived in spite
of your carefully crafted Titanic
you set on smooth waters
ushered her near
purchased her passage
set her sail
and whilst she floated
thinking life jackets unnecessary
you put pins in them
as you would her soul
and the part that aches
is she never knew why
you chose her to destroy
or what made you say one thing
and do the other
how you marked her for extermination
lied and said she was your favorite
all the while you plotted
pushing her close to the abyss
with one wish
to set her aflame
not to be extinguished
until she was charcoal again
could it be something about her
reminded you of a deep hate
long-held in your wicked heart?
when you told her you can trust me / I’m not like the others
playing your part
no shame in deception
when intention is to eradicate
her from your world
okay now
the ship sinks beneath the waves
you feel a relief
a lightness
she is underneath
no more to unsettle
or bequeath
whatever reminded you enough
to want her destroyed