From Her Eyes

I could cry. As I sit here in my sorrow; wondering what I did wrong. He berated me. He hates me. Yet, he presented a bouquet of flowers saying he’d burn the world for all it has done to deflate me. “Enough is never enough,” I hear the flames cackle. I give him a sly grin and turn my back to him for the last time. What is the point of it all?

Poem by SlyF0x11