My Worst Enemy

How could you?
You are
not my friend.
Nor were
you ever.
At my darkest
you fled
took my torch
abandoned me
to my fates.

No I despise
the thought
of you
your smile
your scent
your words
every ugly memory.

If not
for fear
of superstition-
a seven year
sentence-
i would
shatter you.