Monster

I was always the monster.
With loving glances
and tender hands,
I was always the monster.
 
I shared my aspirations,
goals we had created,
warm soft blankets,
no hesitation,
Yet I was the defamation.
 
A pyorrhea of bearable fruit,
unconditional love
that I expressed to you,
but I was only a monster.

Out to get you.
Out to get you.
 
Through the dirty dishes,
and some father’s drunken wishes,
you saw me as your battlefield
of contempt, sneaking over fences
just to get you.
Just to get you.
 
Now, the attempts are gone.
The flame, snuffed.
Is that enough
to show you I’ve never been
out to get you?