In All My Glory Poem by Charlotte Ambrosia

Apparently when its comes to love I am the villain,
I am a thief to a man's heart,
I think I am in love, yet I don’t know if I am,
The victim is always right,
Yes I did say that, and I am sorry.
Even the literal definition of love means nothing to me,
For that I have no soul, no beat to this frozen heart, and no hand of hope to hold.
My own words mark the end of me…..
And the betrayal of you,
You have just been made the victim, of whom I envy,
I guess that’s why I choose you,
So you can watch me lose.