Creations

I had dreams,

I had aspirations.

But you were never a part of them.

You being the person that stomped on my chest,

Holding me down, keeping me down.

You being the person who slapped me across the face,

Leaving your hand print embedded into my cheek,

So the whole world could see.

You being the one who tugged my hair,

Tore off my clothes,

And pierced my skin.

You being the one who said you cared.

You cared, you said.

Played mind games,

Took control,

Seized my imagination.

You cared enough,

Enough to want what I have,

Enough to want what I had.

But now that you stole it,

Now that you control it,

Now that you hid it from me,

You do not care.

You do not care about what happens in the end,

You do not care to see your own creation,

Your own monsters,

Your own problem.

You said you cared,

But you will never say it again.

My imagination presided in your head,

Taking control of any thought you had,

Taking control of any dreams,

Any intelligence,

Any mind of your own.

My imagination has made a new home,

But it will never forget it's rightful owner,

The one who created him,

The one who took care of him,

The one who let him get away.

But my imagination is forgiving,

yet spiteful.

My imagination eludes any threats,

Always knows how to fix a situation.

My imagination creates monsters,

My imagination creates angels.

But you will never be that angel,

And you will never be that monster.

You will always be that un-thought of thought,

You will be forgotten,

You will never exist.

You will be ruined,

Demolished,

Destroyed.

I will be the person stomping your chest,

Holding you down, keeping you down.

I will be the person slapping you in the face,

Embedding my hand print into your cheek,

The hand print that no one will see.

I will be the one tugging your hair,

Tearing off your clothes,

And piercing your skin.

But I will never say I cared,

Cared enough to want what you have,

Cared enough to take what you have.

You can keep it,

Treasure it,

Never let go of it.

Keep the curse that you worked so hard for.

Keep the curse that erased you.

Keep the curse that you cared for,

Cared enough to steal,

Cared enough to control.

My imagination will destroy you,

Because it was the one that created you.