I lost you
with one foul thoughtless word,
then pretended it was you;
you, who ended all we might have been
instead of my poor choices.
Casting blame
like a dark magic spell
everywhere except myself;
trapped away from your radiant glow.
My mistakes caused your ending.
In misery,
potions all I control,
serving too many masters;
my wanted life wasted long ago
by reckless lies and secrets
Alone now,
living in the shadows,
balancing too many roles
to stop the evil I helped release.
Remembering you, always.
They really need to fix the word count requirement for poetry.