The Monster

by bostgirl

I wrote this short poem as a reflection of how moved I was by the relationship of Caitlin and Nick.

The Monster

Is one enough,

I guess not.

Two then,

Each one,

Making their mark,

But you won't stop,

Until you leave a scar,

Then hold her as she cries,

Because of the blood,

Your hands have caused.

How do you feel?

Anger? Maybe,

Regret?

That too,

Refusing to believe,

You're the monster,

That caused her pain,

And you,

You,

Keep on looking around,

For the real culprit,

But you can feel the ache in your hand,

As you unclench your fist,

Promising her,

It'll never happen again.