I wish she would smile more often.

That she was less sad and less blue.

I wish that she was less lonely.

And of course, by she, I mean you.

I wish you made better decisions.

That you knew how to say what you mean.

I wish you weren’t so impulsive.

And of course, by you, I mean me.

I wish they all didn’t hate me.

I wish they all wouldn’t yell.

I am so angry at me,

But by me do I mean myself?

Am I too bleed for you?

Am I a source of humor, for you to tell others about?

You claim to be my friend, you pull me away from others, and yet you discard me without a thought.

When your mind is too full, I slip out one ear like I don't belong.

You ask why I'm shy. You ask why I cry. You ask why I don't get out more.

Because of you. You have twisted me around, turned our love into a toxicity I cannot live without.

I hate you, because you have made me love you

blood

scarlet as the roses

run down my grass green veins

my face turns white

it is snow in winter

as the fear seems to return

clear glass tears

speckles from the ocean

bloom through empty eyes

until there is a landscape

so precious it was worth a life

Too often I see you

When not in front of me

Then in my bitter thoughts

A hot and raging brew

Ever coursing my veins

To the fast beating heart

They say each must come through

To search for forgiveness

And let go of the ire

The choice to begin anew

Belongs only to me

A pawn I'll someday play

The things you say I rue

Your presence I can't bear

As you stand before me

You clearly have no clue

What lurks beyond the eyes

Now focused upon you

You are a liar

You talked shit about me

You threw everything on me

Treated me like a ball

Played my love

Made me to rush my decisions

Tried to trick me

Said you love only me

But one fight and you threaten

Played with my feelings

How does this called love?

Said to my friends I was the bad one

Heard though you flirt another one

Heard you flirted while we were together

How it seems fair to take the blame?

You tried to control me

Now you are looking like an abuser

Don't come closer

Now you calling me names

Trying to steal my friends

Boy you didn't deserve my love

You never wanted me

Tried to change me

Was I like a slave to you?

Babe no more

I have now my freedom

You shall drown to your misery now

Explain yourself.

Tell me your story.

What’s the excuse for all your abuse?

Explain why.

Tell me the reasons you feel you must deny me your honesty.

What’s the excuse for all of your lies?

Explanations in vain; for,

I’ll not listen to your irrational fabrications any longer.

I want to simply forget every vestige of you-

To cease to think of you.

I want every thought of you to disintegrate into nothingness-

Into a pile of manure

And for you to forever go away from me,

So that I can be free.

Betrayed by his brethren

What an abysmal fate

Destiny is a cruel, fickle maiden

Who cannot be overcome by faith

The end is nigh, inferno is near

For all we hold dear will someday disappear

Tragedy creeps elusively

It strikes us while we’re weak

Until finally death brings us on our knees

It’s the aftermath of greed

To be betrayed by one’s own kin

Inevitable yet unpredictable

Why would life bestow such a circumstance?

Intangible emotions is the chaos this perpetuates

The poor trusting fool realized it far too late

He stood valiantly over many brigades

Although tonight was not as grand

Julius Caesar collapsed after a single glance

From the one he cherished the most in all his lands

Et tu Brutus?

He cried with his last breath

Then he shut his eyes

And accepted his end

The blade within the other man’s hands

Pierced through resigned flesh

To Caesar, blood was thicker than water

But not to Rome

His own son Brutus shattered their filial code

In the end, Brutus chose his home

A truly brilliant abode

Albeit, swarming with surreptitious moles

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Author’s Note

The historical accuracy of this work is questionable. Brutus is never confirmed to be Caesar’s son, but their dynamic was very similar to the relationship between a father and son.

There is a possibility that Caesar is his biological father. After all, Caesar was involved with Brutus’s mother Servilia. However, it is never confirmed by Caesar himself.

The relationship between Brutus and Caesar is up to interpretation. They were very close and Caesar favored Brutus. From my perspective, Caesar considered Brutus to be his son.

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