The One Of the Worst

The roses are dead
The violets are too
I’ve been staring at your body
Watching it turn a faint blue
Your eyes have sunken in
Your smile paper thin
The knife still in your torso
With my maniacal grin
The jewel is scratched
The pearls have gone black
No chance of conviction
No print left to track
Though I may be deranged
Your scent’s been erased
I disposed of your body
In the tidiest of ways
The urn has been shattered
The painting defaced
I burnt all the pictures
Your existence erased
I placed you in concrete
But though our eyes still meet
You’re just a reminder
Of a past time old treat
For now I may look at you
Reminded of what we were
Your expression the same
All our memories are just blurs
Frozen in place as if by a curse
With the same grin on my face
The one of the worst

The One Of the Worst

Luke Bergstedt

Flemington, United States

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