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You know how I was beat,

accepted my defeat?

I know it is a large feat,

but I  leaped over you,

a frog over a crocodile onto

The next lily pad. 

You thought I was had,

My thoughts in a jumble

And words in a mumble,

But really I was just

A green-eyed monster,

Jealous,

    Overzealous,

And praying to make you the callous being,

Feasting over my victim and helpless self, 

Hoping to make everyone see that you were only there to help yourself. 

I realized there was no use,

People refuse to see abuse, 

Of power and all things used. 

So instead I saw what was mine,

Stuck in some mine

That you had shattered and stolen a one of a kind mind,

And so I took it back,

And now it is you

Who sorely lacks

The great attack, 

That vicious black fact,

The one about me,

Hiding in your dreams, waiting to exploit everyone you see. 

And now I have risen from you, 

That discolored hue, 

A shell of you and what you used to be able to do.

I don’t really have any anything,

Just a knack for seeing the bad in everything.

Lucky for me,

with you it was as easy as counting to three.

I saw your lies,

which you hid behind your eyes and hideous 

cries of attention,

Realizing that no one actually bothers to mention

the tension we feel between us,

bordering on the cusp of just an angry line,

watching you define what is me,

A lonely little bee 

buzzing around, burned third degree

by the guarantee that you promised me.