The Monster Kills You and Forgets You Poem of Betrayal and Unrequited Love
the monster kills you… and forgets you he’s killed you. you are dead. you stay dead. unimportant to him, you do not even grace his memories, sentenced to be forgotten. like you didn’t love him, like you weren't the only one who truly loved him, saw him, was him. he’s killed you, stolen your identity and now you are dead, forgotten. your quirks absorbed as traits of his, your name brandished as his, the good taken from you and made his own, everything he’s loved about you has now become disposable accessories he can pick up and drop whenever and that is your greatest prize for loving a monster. the monster kills you… and forgets you. what do I do when I die? other than linger, stay, watch? I’m unable to do anything else but linger. my finger hovers slowly above the follow button. a part of me pulls, draws me in, begs me to— to give in, to fold, to surrender. to surrender to the grief, the knee-weakening give-in. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to be forgotten. I don’t w...
