Life in a Letter

February 8, 2018

Dear Kyle,

You were not the man you presented to me

And I was foolish enough to think you could be

A man who valued intimacy.

You were not the man who valued my freedom

And I was foolish enough to let you destroy my kingdom.

You were the man who undressed me

And I was to weak, that was all you could see.

As the blood came pouring out of me,

You abandoned my body and left just as free

But I was alone and fell to my knees.

You are the man I despise the most

When you left my soul was but a ghost

While I was destroyed you had a story to boast.

You are the man who haunts my heart

But I refuse to let you tear my life apart

For I have grown stronger since part

And as for you, good luck with your black heart.

To the one side recall as an innocence killer,

Love to you from Ally Miller.

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