Me, Myself, And You. Poem by Connor Brown

I had hoped you’d guess,
But to mine hearts own distress,
The fact hid,
And my heart grew timid,
It grew and grew,
Expanded and bloated,
And as I thought my heart
Could take no more,
You rode through-


Saved me from mine own defeat,
From The hands of a killer,
Who’d killed so many before
But you saw the light
When the moment was right
And saved what was left of everything I had
My love for you

All in the knowing that mine own defeat would be my victory,
For at the hands gripping the blade,
Up the arm, cross the shoulder lied a sinister,
Dark grin, belonging to no one but I.