No contrition

Your

Ambition

Was

To

Wear that

Smug

Expression

When your

Dreams of

Ruin

Came to pass

Fruition

Of

Obsession

You made

Your plans

To me

Well known

Insidious

Intentions

Then went

About

Your plots

And schemes

To cause

Dissent

And

Friction

The

Disconcerting

Shock

To me

Is that

Your goals

Were met..

But what

The future

Holds

For you

Is what

You don’t

Know

Yet…

What will you do

when

All that’s left of

Him

Is that

“Tough love?”

The kind that you

Can only

Tolerate

With

Sparring gloves?

You stole that arrow

Pierced yourself

Just

Could not

Wait

For Cupid…

What will

You do

When you’re

The last

Of us

Still

Looking

Stupid