The Good Witch who Borrowed Her Sister's Wardrobe

It was as though

I had zero control

of the green pigment 

my skin had started to 

obtain.

The envy of seeing the one

I love with another

was indubitably too much

for my vulnerable defenses

to ward off.

This is not who I am,

I repeated to myself.

This is not who I am.

I refuse to mock the appearance

of an uninviting ogre.

I refuse to become as dark

as the thoughts residing in 

my shattered heart.

The option of fighting the pain

is so minute in comparison

to the hate that has taken over 

my body.

But who would I be if I did not 

work to bring back my natural

state, one of hope and light,

hardship

after hardship?

No,

after everything I have been through,

losing you will not be 

the calamity to turn me

away from my rightful place

on the good side.