Hex

Let your intrigues be your downfall.

Lady Macbeth (1851) by Gustave Moreau

If I were perfect
Or a little more altruistic
And filled with a little less rage
I’d say
That I don’t hold a grudge

I’d wish you well—
The best, even
And I’d mean it
I swear
I’d mean it

I’d read Psalm 5
And I wouldn’t understand it
I’d sit in my living room
Wondering
What possessed King David to pray like that

But I am far from perfect
Just like you
And I know my rage is holy
I hold grudges
Like I hold hands

Interlace my fingers
With spite
And wrath
And I’ve learned
To pray like David

It would be dishonest
To wish you the best
And I am not a liar
I hope
You lose everything I gave you

I pray
You spend
The rest of your pathetic life
Searching
For what you lost

I pray
You get
Everything you’ve wanted
And still
Feel empty

I pray
You learn
That you will always be inadequate
Without a woman on your arm
Meant to bolster your ego

You are
A man with no purpose
Without the love of a woman 
That you cannot hold
How lucky were you
To have ever been loved by me