Next Time
Serpentine Wisdom
He's an expert, on walking away
And every time I saw his back, moving away,
I'd call out to him: "Will you be back?"
He never answered – typical to his nature.
Every time I feared he'd finally abandoned me,
The no good girl whose life he'd saved on a whim,
When we were both too young to know much of life.
Somehow, he returned every time
And I could breathe out in relief.
It was a careless, happy time with just the two of us.
I remember the smile that was always on his face,
As if carved by a blade but even that isn't the same anymore.
We've grown up and he's changed way too much.
His smile that was once comforting suddenly turned cruel and mocking.
I tried my best to hold on, to make him see
That there was someone who cared.
But it was all in vain and I know that this time…
This time he won't come back, he's gone forever.
Next time I see him, he won't be the person I knew.
Next time… he'll be a monster
I want to be the one who fights him
The one who gets to ask:
"What did he have to make you his minion?
A silent, laughing side-kick in his grand scheme."
I want to be the one, the only one,
To kill the monster with the face of a boy I once knew.