Devil In White - Poem by Vianka Polis
We both refused to acknowledge every wrong.
You wore me and I maintained strong.
I'm so used to it, it didn't hurt to say.
It never turned out any other way.
I had no faith, maybe pretending allowed me believe it.
The pieces to the puzzles prohibited to fit.
The relationship prevailed me to quit.
Anytime I went against you I lost in counterfeit.
I digressed you to your darkest demons.
Fabricated you into another man committing treason.
It's not all atrocious to disown emotions.
For they were only mere devotions.
So, I'll endeavor all my thrills.
I hope to god it kills.
To amount to such a ground-level is pathetic.
The way you 'loved' me is almost poetic.
I preferred you to not admit it.
I'm done with pretending for another bit.
I may be acknowledged as a sociopath.
At least I enjoy the aftermath.
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