My Love For The Faery Queen of The Grove (A young fae professes their love of Queen Serena)
by Friday Vash
I know she has a partner She loves so dearly She has my heart, too There is no greater friend I feel she loves me, too Luckily for me They both share their Creativity Joys And advice My life gets More and more blessed With them in it
What must go through his mind What stories does he have So many people met So many pleas for more time So many hugs of thanks From celebrities to The poorest pauper What thoughts keep coming back To play on repeat What conversation will we have When I die
He was sweet in the beginning Many times throughout the relationship, too But more and more He accused her of cheating Of not loving him enough Constant beradement So much name calling Taking all her money Her confidence Her self love Everything he could take Long fights until dawn Outside the house The best husband The kindest Who wouldn’t hurt a fly One day he is so high So drunk He throws her against the wall Straight out of a bathtub She call the cops He even tells them she deserved it She made him do it He is out of the house now She can have peace? No Brace for the rest of her life Because the injury was major His friends constantly asking Coming by for things she doesn’t have Even cutting power lines to the house Limping for rest of her days Constant bullshit from all sides Leaving town Leaving her home is the only way for peace For happiness Why must people be this way?