Fight for the Dead

I have always been a sore loser,

Did you expect me to make this easy?

I’ll fight you tooth and nail,

All this just for our sake,

Feel free to call me a witch,

I’ll happily burn at the stake.

I have never been graceful,

Did you expect any grace from me?

The stones I throw at you now,

Are the ones we gathered together.

I leave flowers at the grave of your promises,

Promises of forever and ever.

But you have always been quiet,

Why did I think you’d be brave enough to fight?

I wasn’t as smart as you thought I was.

How could you let go of me so easily?

And I kept asking you to be the hero,

Till there was nothing left of me to save,

And you never even visit my grave.