All These Things That I've Become.

You entered and left my life in the space of a week.
Just seven poisonous days.
It was a good calculation on your part.
My friend's warned me of what I would become, of what you would do.

I didn't listen. I never Listen.
You tormented and tricked me, forced me to become something i know I am not.
I could not stop the betrayal I felt from you.
Tears turned to screams; I was trapped in your world.

Damn you. D A M N Y O U.

It's been exactly a year. I never heard from you again.
The last thing that you said to me was that you were going to kill yourself.

You said you have a problem. I KNOW you have a problem.

Perhaps the police found you. I hope so. I hope no one else went through what I did.

You don't understand what you did to me.
I met someone knew, you know.
But I can't love them. I try, but I just can't.
You took that away from me. I have no trust.

Every night I call out.
I call out for help.

Please.
Please someone save me.
Save me from All these things that I've become.
♠ ♠ ♠
So that's a sort of letter that I was thinking Lady Anne Grey would write. if you don't know about her yet, she's a character I invented for the poem "Lady Anne Grey" which I think you should go and read.
I'm thinking of writing a short story about her some time. but I dunno, I'd like your opinions. Also, check my character listings cos I'm making a character profile for her.

Basically, it's a letter to her husband who was involved in several murders. Although they were married for a long time, she only knew about his criminal ways for a week, hence why he "entered and left her life the space of a week." It sort of implies that she believes her husband became a completely different man to the man she fell in love with.