Old Spell That You Made Poem by maria goodison

We always said that this time would be the
last.
But sadly I did not know that such a cost would be
place by you with such unworthy spell.
You did not tell till it was to late and the spell became
to strong to brake.
You have to understand that what lie awake inside me know
is something that I can not hide or put away.
A vengeful fire is what I am, it was you that dealt this hand
you cast the spell without a thought.
The hate that I hold in my hand, the 1000 voice's screaming at me that you are the only one that will sooth my pain that will take this cracked mirror make it hole again.
I wish you had not made the spell, I wish you had not found me and still wishing I did not love you still.