Thrown away, the one who’d listened, loved,

Who’d cared about her interests, not expecting his adopted, 

Who thought of her as a person. 

That abomination. 

She didn’t want to be a person, 

With all the baggage of having to make her own decisions, 

Instead of obeying commands, conforming, 

Having to acknowledge her own feelings, 

Instead of being told what she should feel.

Taking solace in their self-serving interest, 

They, seeing more a dog to control than a woman. 

But that was how she’d been raised, 

What she thought faith meant, though it never had, 

A girl who was no longer a girl, 

And no longer had those coy, superficial charms. 

She’d dodged love, preferring empty vows, 

With the promise of status, that was worthless in the grave, 

Where love would have transcended, 

Unable to allow herself to see what really mattered, 

And yet she clung to that future, 

Clung to the lies that had kept her there, never questioning. 

Dodging love, she dodged life, 

Filling it with mundanities and distractions, 

Never letting herself think of what she’d murdered for them, 

A stone-cold killer of a heart, seeking empty golden vows, 

A trophy to signify success in nailing down the “perfect life,” 

A meaningless nothing, as her soul rotted, and face distorted. 

He’d loved that face … once.