It was when I thought you worshipped me
Used to call me Goddess
Owner of your heart
Imprisoner of all your good parts
It was when you took pride in parading me
Before your very hungry adoring eyes
Calling me, Mine..
A thread of a voice, breaking with the weight of my name
On your trembling lips
It was when I made a vow
To dip my toes
Into the brackish waters, clear; only when light shone through
And gave you myself, as a guiding pole
It was when, when the good things were
Before the demons in your head accused me as the greater evil
When I thought you caressed my cheek a bit too hard
My eyes adjusting to the upside down room
A thud; a river of red
Did you know I was going to name him after you?
To call him Strength, Hope, Endless, Forever..
But the good parts are long gone
He will be Bittersweet or Maybe or..or..
Just a memory
Of Ifs, of way back When..