I invited you more than once.
It wasn’t right of me to do.
Taking your power away.
Bleeding your veins until they were dry.
You resented me. I know.
It didn’t matter. I didn’t care. I still don’t.
You knew this.
Still, you kept at me, wanting me to answer.
So foolish. So stupid. So numb.
I wanted you to grow up. Be a man.
Be someone like me, but you failed me, every time.
I did you a favor. The one you never thanked me for.
You wouldn’t have been happy alive.
I knew this as your head detached from your neck.
Your hands seeking admiration as you took your last breath.
Seeking your meaning in the wrong places.
I closed your eyes and buried your head.
You can hate me. I accept this.
It really doesn’t matter. It never did.
You are gone. I am still here.
You are bloodless. I still bleed.