Corporate Slave

You think a man's worth is measured by what he owns, then tell me what comfort is money when you break your bones? It may buy you distractions to avoid the pain that you feel, but when life has ended, it's no longer real. Everything is impermanent, from the house that you live in to the clothes that you wear, at the end of the affair, it's only beauty that remains. Take life by the reins, renew your spirit and remember your purpose. Lust after things that better your life, as opposed to those that cause others strife. Money may buy you freedom from stress, and what you have mistaken for a mind full of peace. The latest technologies that are one of a kind, but a newer version will always be released. It forces you to keep up or get left behind, watching helplessly as your greed is increased. Beauty surrounds you, I see it in fleeting moments, dancing amidst the corners of your smile. It may take awhile for you to change, but anything would be better than this life of refunds and exchange. Open up your heart and smell the scent of success, view the world through new eyes, watch the sun's majestic rise. There is so much to do that does not cost you a cent, yet it fills your heart with hope, and contributes to your karmic ascent. Consumerism has corrupted the notion that you are as unique as fabric that colour has imbued; no two sheets will ever be the same except for when you participate in the materialist's game. I would much rather lead a noble life, than to put a price on finding a suitable wife. Would rather be destitute, yet happy living in the slums, than succumb to the notion that dollars are where happiness comes from. Materialism malnourishes mortals into a meagre state, and still you stubbornly claim that money can buy you a worthy soul mate. Dollars dully distance the dearly departed from their kin, as money matters mercilessly murder marriages. Although this thing called money makes your world go round, I would rather centre on ideas that are much more profound. I am a king in my own right, my riches are my knowledge, to which there is no end in sight. I will prosper knowing that I am simply alive and full of life. Bursting at the seams and brimming over with dreams, I do not need millions, in order to silence my own screams. Instead, I embrace a lifetime of stopping to smell the flowers. Powerful in my own way, my treasures lie in all that money does not devour. With the assistance of the karma that I have saved, I will reign triumphant, no longer corporately enslaved.

Solar

Your eyes are deep and reflective, as fiery as the majestic sun. My planets all prostrate towards you in orbit, yet I still feel as lonely as the number one. I ventured to the poles in search of a cure for my isolation. At night, I look to the sky, and I can only see your constellation. The stars align above the world and hint to me that you are the one. The beauty I feel as a result of you, will never be outdone. For some reason that I cannot explain, your name courses throughout my veins. It sends shivers up my spine, validating that your love is truly divine. Like a black hole, it devours me whole, refusing to give me a moment to catch my breath. If you were to fall under harm, I would sleep for two and forty hours, just like Juliet. Even if I was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, yours is a face I could never forget. All the charades I played at with others before you, were just a prelude to your kiss. I feel as enchanted as a fairy tale, as I embrace our never ending bliss. Like a song, you arrived and filled my world with colour. You painted with vibrancy on my canvas, like no other lover. Reds and blues danced ensnared by one another, creating a masterpiece only visible to those in love. Although imperfect by far, the beauty that we share could fill our very own Sistine Chapel, displayed proudly on the ceiling above. The crimson tears that have fallen will not return for a sequel, as finally, for the first time, you can view me as an equal. The competition between us has dried out, we should have been aware of its impermanence. Although there was resistance, persistence assisted in maintaining our existence. We were threatened by extinction for many months and days, until you reignited the fire within me and set my world ablaze. I was caught in your rapture so sublime, as I lost all sense of time. I committed lustful crimes, believing that our love was merely worth a dime. No longer foolish, I see through new eyes, born with wings, yet I crawled through life. My strife removed, cut away by your knife. I can now resume being filled by the eternal hunger that desires to consume me whole, no longer in control. I have received a death row pardon as your key has set me free on parole. Saved within my last few moments here on God's green earth, I praise you, and cherish you for showing me my worth. The grass was never greener on the other side, you were the fillet mignon that made my heart glow. I must confide, that with you at my side, I finally feel alive. I can no longer lead a life veiled by my own reclusive, self imposed exile. I have realized now, that I can not enter your Heaven unless I become like a child. The heat you emanate shelters me throughout the winter, your solar powered love has removed all hindrances and cleared my path. Caressed by your rays, as I bask within your heat, you shower my summer days with golden hues, making me feel like love's elite. Your sunshine is a blessing that fills my world with wonder, it warms my heart and keeps me safe; no longer frightened by life's thunder.

Precious

You abandoned me as I needed you most, like a terrible host, your presence was eerily similar to that of a ghost. I envisioned our future, so bright and crystal clear. I gave you all my fortune and time, as if my name were Lear. Instead you jeered, you could have been the Josephine to my Napoleon. You took the time to tell me that our love was too plebeian, that you were through with me. And my effort had gone unnoticed, it was to no avail. I felt as helpless as Jonah, buried alive in the stomach of a whale. You were once my triumph, the trophy I carried with pride. You took it all in stride, and denied me of love at every opportunity circumstance would provide. You once called me precious, as you took my hand into your own. Gone are the days when I welcomed the scent of your cologne, now reminiscent of rigor mortis in a corpse unknown. We were the talk of the town, once as brilliant as the sun setting in the west. I was the one that loved you best, yet you chose to turn the other cheek. I watched you walk away, as my heart instantly turned bleak. You soured my dreams as toxicity filled my sleep. I would wake up screaming from my reverie, praying for the Lord to reap my soul. I spent whole nights sobbing your name, tattooed the rules of your game into my arm, before I slipped and fell once more, disarmed again by your charm. Ring the alarm, say a prayer for my damned and helpless soul. Winter's icy torrents washed away my sanity, disparaging all that I had known to be good and true. I was a victim of your brainwashing, you fed me lies as you spread yourself too thin across the globe. I was purposefully naive, as I refused to acknowledge the stains upon your robe. Now I am free, no longer imprisoned by my self-imposed exile. I sit and think about our love, and realize it was not worthwhile. It was a farce from day number one, we should have turned back but now the damage is done. I will embark on a journey of my own accord, as your cries for help, will surely go ignored. With my confidence restored, I can dream once more. My goals will return, as you silently burn. I will ignite the flame that flickers until your dying day, licking at your body until the ugliness within is externally displayed. You were always my decay, but now the tables have turned, and the hunter has become the prey.

Swan

The lights turned off, and your beauty remained; casting a new hue on the nature of your saint. Your touch arouses my inner tiger, often making me feel as if I could faint. I light my candle on both ends, as I pull you in for one last goodbye. We have embarked on a journey unknown to man, your voice, the sweetest lullaby. I lick my lips and blow kisses your way, hoping that we will turn a new page. I reminisce about the sweet scent that you emit, as I fall further in love and take another hit. Your spoils are my successes, as your rubbish is my treasure. Much to my pleasure, you are the one who fills my life with endeavour. I blast off, shake the world like its tectonic plates, then say a prayer, appreciating our fate. I am destined to remain your knight in shining armour, as you fill me with endless love, like an armoire. I nestle your shoulder as I curl into a ball, I know your arms will never fail to catch me when I fall. I crawl into bed, slightly lightheaded, as I float above the world, dancing amidst the clouds. You cover me like a shroud, protecting me from harm; disarm me with your smile, as you paint my world, making it worthwhile. As we work towards a future full of happiness and light, I regain my sight and see that you are the only one that will ever keep me warm at night. You caress my adoration as you show me your colours true, being the only thing consistent in a world so untrue. I hold your hand and follow you into the promised land, filled with riches and glee, like a house made of candy. You are the sweetest thing to grace the face of this Earth so wide, the world would be a better place, if by your morals it would abide. I can no longer hide as you fill me with your water like an empty vessel starved, unto my blissful heart, your name, is forever carved. I lay my head down to sleep hoping that night will fall, I pray the Lord my soul to take, in the event that I can no longer recall. Your breath on my neck, and your voice in my veins; the passion that empties me and fills me again. You are the fire that burns throughout the winter, the wood that keeps my home warm. My magician, as you have performed illusions and magic that have transformed me into a beautiful swan, no longer an ugly duckling, I have surpassed the norm.

Porcelain

I am no longer your prisoner, release me from your lock and key. Your sombre smile sets the perfect tone for animosity. I stood by your side, offered you my umbrella when it rained. Yet you still chose to twist my words, and now our love is sprained. Stained, like the collar of your shirt from lips that went unnamed. Your behaviour went unexplained, as you created lies to carry you over, assuming they would stop the pain. Together, we were capable of total world domination; instead, you swallowed me and spit me out, acted as if I were an abomination. I gave you my tears, let them fall into your wishing well. Only to find myself the sole occupant of heartbreak's hotel. You were always a rebel, but one without a clue; my heart's library is closed to you, as your payment is long overdue. I can no longer priovide you with a heart to call your home, I refuse to forge another page of love to fill your tome. I simply regret that you were the one to ever love me best. I beat my chest, as my cries resonate throughout the sky. You were like porcelain, beautiful from the very first day. I am vile and bloodstained, the product of a life filled with disarray. Damaged now, I bandage my wounds and disavow the strife that I must sow. I run through the streets like a fool in heat, screaming your holy name, so indiscrete. Why must I try so hard to simplify our lives? Like the lost Stepford wives, your hunger for control cut like the sharpest knives. You punctured my spirit, and poisoned my garden; I am no longer capable of sustaining life. Like the pied piper, you led me astray, using your charisma whilst playing your fife. I can no longer pretend that my head rules my heart, especially when the future seems grim, and dark. You have made your mark, left me jaded in a warehouse of commodities. When I was with you, I was an anomaly, shining brightly in the sun. Now I run, from everything and everyone; scared to face the world, so I reclusively watch life pass me by. You cracked your whip as I silently sputter hate filled words that I have churned like butter. Waiting for the day when my saviour will return, to free me from my misery, and reignite the fire that once burned. I lie awake at night, watching the tide ebb and flow, hoping and praying that one day you will silence my woes. Recklessly abandoned in a tower built by my own grief, I have not given up on the belief that you will be the bearer of my long awaited relief.

Mime

I watch from the sidelines as you stray from the right path, you are going nowhere fast, yet somehow you think that you have saved the best for last. Like a trainwreck waiting to happen, you apply another layer of polish to your nails with a grin. You were once as refined as a violin, but now you solely have the intelligence of a bobby pin. Keep heading in the direction that you are going in, wave goodbye to the friends that pass you by along the way. You are stuck in a state of arrested development, stagnating idly like a cat stuck in cement. You had all the potential in the world, yet chose to trade it in to be a pin up girl. You have used up all your coupons, and all you are left with is your blackened heart. From the start, you should have been able to see, that I was the best friend in your company. I tried much too hard to guide you with my hand, only to be traded in for a caricature of a man. I pray that one day you will reap what you sow, and when the bough breaks, your cradle will fall. If you were my child, I would have cut the cord, that led from my wallet right into your pockets. Like a failed rocket, you will never blast off. Nor will you get very far with the mentality that you are already a star. You can take all the pretty pictures that make you feel complete, but in the end you will merely end up in the streets. You are already filled with deceit, written in stone so it is concrete; prepare to enter a life filled with defeat. Your ugliness shows as your insecurities grow; you could never hold a candle to the ugly girls of the world. They were raised properly much to your contrite, as they know wrong from right. They do not stray the streets like a mangy dog, as they are asleep at night as you get lost in the fog. So the next time you claim to be the most beautiful alive, take a good, hard introspective look inside and realize that you are merely a shadow of the person that you could be as you have traded in your riches for bad company. Continue to sit at home, alone, smoking too many cigarettes a day; one day, your beauty will run out and you will start to decay. That is when you will get on your knees and pray, for the days of your past that went by too fast. It is such a shame to see you degrading yourself, like a wailing banshee, you cried wolf one too many times. No longer sublime, your words have lost their worth. You are merely a mime, brace yourself for you have created your very own version of Hell on earth.

Come Undone

Yours are the only lips I long to kiss, the only hands I yearn to hold. I reach out for your embrace at night, as yours are the only arms that can console. Your eyes, my prize, are the only ones I want to get lost in. And when you first looked into my own, was where our fairy tale begins. Your heart beats fast and slow at once, always regulating my own. It whispers my name throughout the day, making me feel at home. I waited years, a month, three days for the one to come my way. I was a mere oyster before your arrival, but now I am a pearl. I searched high and low for real true beauty, but only found it once you entered my world. You are manna from above, a gift from the Heavens, as you have filled my world with love. The eighth magnificent wonder found, as you are my knight in shining armour, crowned. I cherish your wisdom, and seek out your advice. If I were granted one wish, it would be to experience you twice. The first in a lifetime full of happiness and bliss, the second spending eternity wrapped up in your kiss. Your caresses send shivers up and down my spine, the tingles send shockwaves to my brain, and make me question whether you are divine. You rock my senses on the regular like I am your guitar; you smoke me, taking me into your lungs, as if I were a cigar. I am merely one half when you are not around as you are my Mecca, my holy ground renowned. I pray our valiant efforts are not solely in vain, you are the wind beneath my wings, as I soar above the world's planes. You lift me up to higher ground, on a level that is more than profound. I will carry your baggage and massage your feet when you tire, then make you tea as we lay by the fire. I have reached Nirvana, as I have rid myself of lust for material things. You are my Madonna, as you tug at my heart's strings. I refuse to imagine a life devoid of the perfection that is you, to entertain such a ludicrous idea would even be taboo. You are the glue that holds me together, and our future is our craft. If you are ever cast away on a deserted island, my body will surely be your raft. You can sail upon me throughout the seven seas, just as long as you promise that you will not let me freeze. Our Titanic should have sank many years ago, but the love inside refuses to thaw, and keeps us afloat. I have known you for many lifetimes, we were lovers in each one. The bond we share is permanent, and will never come undone.

Only One

I watched you as you were forced to walk away, knowing that I was the cause for your emotional decay. Even though I had shown you a life filled with nothing but dismay, I knew you would return, so we could be together until the end of days. Not in the distant future, or for months to come, but I had known, all along, that you were always my only one. As I burnt my candle on both ends, watched the leaves change colour, and lost friends; I came to realize that the grass is never greener on the other side. You were always my pride, my joy; the only one with whom I could be coy. I gave you my world only to keep taking it back, as I fell off track of the path that would lead to my salvation. Much to my frustration, I sought others to replace the void that I had created by pushing you away, only to be led astray. Now you have reemerged to save the day once again, heard my cries of defeat and saved me from my life's toxic cocaine, I can breathe once more, no longer feel the need to take heed and be the object of another's affection. You are the direction in which I pray, the pillow on which I lay. My shelter throughout the storm as yours are the arms that keep me warm. In your absence, I prayed for God above to make me strong, tried to convince myself that my decision was not wrong. I can no longer inflict pain on the one that I love, I have to rise above and turn our house into a home. I will decorate it with adoration, as I paint the walls with our trust. My life will once again be a celebration, no longer the outcome of another's lust. I am wiser now, as I learn the lessons that I must, no longer filled with sorrow, or covered in disgust. I can be the man you know I am from now until the end, just as long as you promise to support me and never condescend. At times, my inner child will want to come out and play, please treat him with kindness as he gets upset when he cannot have his way. Ultimately, you are the one that fills my heart with cheer, like laying by the fire and ringing in the new year. We will grow together now, until we are old and gray; my last breath will escape peacefully, as those three words not uttered enough will be the last that I will say.

Lost at Sea

Lost at sea, I gave you my all and failed to maintain a connection with the real me. My impermanence refuses to allow for me to remain enamoured by you, I lost my sense of judgment for someone so untrue. Unencumbered now as that was long ago; I am better suited to reap whatever I sow. I placed my trust in your hands, as you sharpened your blade on my neck; the cause of death for many a knave, I am no longer your prisoner, yet still my own slave. I gave you my prize, hoping that it would guarantee many years ahead, and a life that is seemingly secure. I was lied to and mistaken, as I reflect in retrospect and realize that I was forsaken. Our Eden held promise, we could have survived in our very own Paradise without a fight. Instead, you defiled my Heaven with your Hell; betrayed me, assuring that my secrets you would not tell. Like a knife, you cut so deep, causing internal bleeding; I blame myself for being so weak. Meek no more, I will stand up for all that I believe in; sing my reprieve and wipe my tears on my sleeve. You passed all my tests and filtered like gold through my sieve, until your true colours emerged and I saw that you were merely a thief. You stole my time, lost forever like the memories that have since faded away. They mesh with my dreams, confusing my reality and offering me no solace in the waking hours between sleeps. You were a wolf disguised as a sheep, your intentions always malicious, spiteful until the bitter end. I can only pray that one day we will make amends, and possibly even remain friends. This is but a wish in my well, as your stubbornness refuses to allow you to mend my heart's cursed spell. I toiled against the grain, hoping to keep you sane; exhausted my blood, sweat and tears to fill your world with cheer. I must now pinch myself to ensure that I stay awake, as I drag the remnants of my dignity out from the depths of my own mistakes. I used to think I would learn from every experience that came my way, until the very day that you crossed my path and filled my life with disarray. I will attempt to put my best foot forth, balanced on the fence as my raft slowly makes its way to land. I walk ashore as the tide ebbs and flows, no longer yearning for your touch, I take my own hand as I begin to understand that no man is an island.

Recovery

I awaken to find my heart ripped out of my chest; damaged at best, as I struggle to put my thoughts to rest. Your own will never thaw, frozen as the Arctic white. I naively assumed that we could remain, friends until our dying days. But I clearly jumped the gun, as you have started to run, refusing to look back as I fade to black. Now I must regain the strength to win again, I have to get back on track in order to avoid the omnipresent risk of attack. In retrospect it has become crystal clear, that you were only here to help me retrace my steps. Now that I have, it's clear as day, you were Goliath and I was your prey. I attempted to slay you with my mind, but my wit was no match for your malice. I wanted to give you the world, like the Taj Mahal, I was ready to build you your very own palace. But instead, you chose the road less travelled, and decided to revert to being callous. Jaded now, I turn the pages of my life, forced to move on and improve the quality of my life. I refuse to allow this love to conquer my spirit, decline to pursue one so subdued. You were once like Manna from Heaven, made my stars seem brighter from above. You illuminated my nights and brightened my days until your true colours showed, and my heart you slayed. If you had stayed, I would have shown you my world, as fragrant as the bouquets I once showered you with. Instead, your stubbornness overcame your altruism, leaving a void that is certain to never be filled. Nonetheless, I am thrilled to embark on a journey where no man has gone before. My happiness restored, I don't need you anymore. No longer immersed in your endless boredom, your lack of judgment made me lose my will to fight. I have recovered, prepared to take flight, as I have reached a depth that will allow me to truly get over you. I will reach superstardom, and light up the sky like a flame. While you will be left bereft, quivering as you remember my name.

Glee

As the loneliness sets in, I am forced to come to terms with the skin that I am in.

This person that I have neglected yearns to be accepted, no longer made to feel like a diamond in the rough.

My diminishing lustre threatens to devour me whole, putting an end to the light that I have tried too hard to emit.

My thoughts are charred, burnt to a crisp; recklessly abandoned, as I now speak with a lisp.

Insecure and unadored, my tumultuous fervour will never be restored.

I should have seen this coming, as it was inside me all along.

The inevitability of my sorrows will never allow for me to belong. I refused to follow you into the promised land, like Moses leading his people through the Nile river grand.

I chose to remain a slave for money until confronted by my death, like the last great king of Scotland, I called myself Macbeth.

I slew the demons that haunted me, the ones I would run from in my past.

But alas, my troubles had trained long and hard, they caught up with me quite fast.

I hid behind my veil, refusing to set foot under the sun, until your love destroyed my certainty and pulled the trigger to my gun.

Unburdened now by life's ailments, I can count my worries on one hand. I sail through the skies, and gaze at the seven seas. No longer diseased, I feel like I can breathe.

I should never have lost sight of the goals I had before you, neglected all of my loved ones and made myself taboo.

I may be the dimmest orb shining in the starry night, but I know that one day, I will manage to reignite the fiery passion that dwells deep within me, devoid of lock or key.

Like a rising phoenix, I will emerge victorious, eternally filled with glee.

Lovely Bones

You crushed my lovely bones into a fine stew. Autumn's breeze scattered my remnants throughout the world, taking in the sights I would rather have seen with you. In England, we saw Avon and the River Thames. They reminded me of our life before the strife, and your eyes that shone like gems. France's tour Eiffel et la Musée du Louvre, were a sight in and of themselves but nothing without you. Your neglect and vehement disrespect was cause for my estrangement from your world. I have grown into a man, no longer innocent as a young girl. The pearls I once saw in windows, now adorn my neck; like a trainwreck, I watched your collapse. My bones returned to the world's map, hoping to capture real beauty in their final moments airborne. They flew above acres of roses, you came to mind when I noticed the thorns. I cannot accept that this is the end, although it is time that we part ways. For a thousand nights, I will grieve your loss and supress my pain during the day. I envisioned our future, so shiny and spanking new, but instead the thoughts within my head are more soaked with dread than dew, another result of you. For too long, we played our parts in a neverending charade. You were smart to eternally sharpen your blade, the one you jforced into my heart. I should have been wiser and realized, that you were as fantastic as a fox. Now I lay in a box with my body bent and dark, sheathed in a cloth cheapened by your mark. I will begin anew, in Cairo, where my bones saw the pyramids and were no longer filled with despair. They showed me that, with work, any society can prosper and the same for every man; in retrospect, I realized that I have the strength to start again. No longer burdened by negativity, I will reach the promised land.

John Doe

I love you even when we are apart. Yours is the face that haunts me in the witching hours late at night, when I should be deeply entranced as supernatural spirits dance in the wide open spaces of the great outdoors. My heart beats your name, as your voice pulsates through my veins; ebbing and flowing, failing to cease. I trick myself into believing that you are not the one, though you are the only one I can depend on, my neverending sun. The light that peeks through my drapes teases my reverie reminiscent of Antony feeding Cleopatra grapes. You are my muse and my teacher too, as you help me become more insightful. Like a tattoo, you are permanently etched unto my skin; I can pretend you are not there but am reminded when caught offguard. You are my boxer, fighting perfect in your art; Cupid, as your arrows pierce my heart. I have allowed myself to negate you for too long, like misinterpreting a song whose meaning is clear and strong. My bones are weakened by your absence in my life, my nodes are swollen like a prisoner ensconced in strife. The world is so much colder when you are not within arm's reach, I am easier to bruise like a slowly rotting peach. I lay enchanted by your memory as I envision all the long ago, yet your day old hate just festers, no longer quid pro quo. I will bestow you with my riches, or power if that is your will. Just as long as you continue to allow me the good fortune of making me feel like a million dollar bill. I am a mere pauper, burdened with sorrows galore; yet I can still assure you that no one else could love you more. My bounty is not endless, and I am slowly losing my sight, but my soul will always see you as my shining armoured knight. Much to my contrite, you have found another home. I should have acted as if I were in Rome and postponed the sins for which I had yet to atone. My crimes against humanity are not equal to the pain that I have caused you, yet my internal bleeding seems never to subdue. I see you in his arms, and you lack the charm that I once saw; you are broken now, and flawed, in your house that is built of straw. And mine of glass, so I will not cast the first or second stone. I will instead remain amidst the valley of the shadow of death, amasked in guilt cast in a grave marked unknown.

Descent

Although your scent still lingers in my room, it has begun to smell more like decay and less like perfume. You wasted the opportunities I gave you so freely, stared at me foolishly as if I were speaking Swahili. I cannot stand to stare at the grave you dig for yourself, immersed in a culture of drugs, refusing to accept any help. Your self-destructive path leads you to much smaller things, I turn the page, we could have lived like kings. My greatest defeat came from your hands, pardon my weakness as I expand. My life remains unchanged though your damage is done. I have become a king, you are merely the unfortunate one. Despair resonates through your voice as you call out my name, eternally silenced. I have snuffed out your flame. Your carousel weakens, unhinging itself, like the Oracle of delph, I envisioned your fall. Athens is burning, overwhelming your calls. Your charms are now faded, they don't function anymore. Your beauty is jaded, as you lie in a heap on the bathroom floor. You do this to yourself and then you cry out in guilt, how can you cry when it's your own blood you spill? Continue to pop your pills whilst neglecting to pay your bills. Bow to your porcelain God, the only one who is there to offer solace to your facade. You scream so loud, the earth shakes in wonderment. Your body is broken while mine is simply bent. Your cries reach the angels above, who have even shunned you, refusing to bestow any love. Continue smoking your potent plants so green, as you look in the mirror and begin to look more obscene. I cannot wait to see the look on your face when you realize that you are all alone, in your own isolated state. The exent of my assistance has reached its end, so I walk away unscathed refusing to watch your fiery descent.

Lullaby

Broken and fragile as you tear my heart out of my chest, you claim to understand me yet refuse to accept me as less than my best. Regretful now of your name tattooed across my chest, feeling like Mariah but it's me that is obsessed. I wish that I could let you go, but the emptiness takes over, though my love for you still grows. The chains that bind me to you loosen with each new day, as the love that I give you is returned to me in disarray. I begin to smell the rotting as our love slowly decays. I thought I would be damaged but I am surprisingly unscathed. No longer caged, I can spread my wings and soar. I will take this opportunity to reinvent myself once more. Your neglect was only perfect for me for so long, I have managed to overcome it though, and have come out of it so strong. You tossed me aside like a broken toy, like a doll without it's arms. I refused to leave home without you until I realized you were merely a bracelet without any charms. I am much wiser now, as the sun has begun to set. I will view this as a lesson and never a regret. You changed me for the better, taught me right from wrong. Helped me stand on my own two feet until I tasted your deceit. It stung my lips and burned my eyes, hypnotizing like the devil's lullaby. You would wait until I was asleep, then creep out into the night, allowing your eyes to drink deep of sinful sights. Oblivious, no more, I refuse to be your bedded whore. Ignorance is no longer my best friend, I have managed to transcend as your words have lost all meaning, and the power to offend. I bid you adieu, as I leave you behind; I have no more time to be maligned. I walk away feeling better than ever before, my strength restored, as love don't live here anymore.

Reaper

The road we travelled on together converged into different paths, you burnt the candle on both ends and then cried as you felt my wrath. No more holding hands, or dancing in the dark; we will never make amends as our love was damaged from the start. You carelessly confused what we had for something good, deep inside I knew that I was the only one that understood. I celebrate the impending departure of my pain and suffering, no longer required to stay put like a bird with a broken wing. I will always reign supreme as victory courses through my veins. You can now let go and release me from your reins. I am no longer a child, your services are no longer needed in my life. You were often the jailer that teased me with freedom but instead you covered me in sin and offered me nothing but strife. I feel defiled as I walk through the streets, wondering how I ever let this get so out of hand. There was once a time when I assumed you were my ticket to the promised land. Now, instead, I sit in a daze, hurting myself as my world is ablaze. The tempestuous fire burns throughout the night, setting fire to everything it catches in its sight. I refuse to wait for you to increase the damage that you have caused. In every story that you wrote, I was your antagonist; this defamation ensued for too long, as I fought harder to resist death's tempting kiss. I covered my windows and locked all my doors, rebuilt my walls and shut you out once more. Now that I have left you crawling in the dark, I hope you can see that it is time to disembark. Abandon your baggage, it makes you look uglier than you are; yet you still believe that you are as élan as wine and caviar. Follow me into a world that is devoid of you, filled with colour yet seldom blue. You were the reaper that I refused to fear, as I bid you adieu and disappeared.

Four Seasons of Love

You were the first snowflake of winter, always so eager when you came. You made me fall like autumn leaves, thieves could not have been as sly. You are wise beyond your years, as your whispers are similar to a summer's breeze that tickles my ears. No matter the season, winter, summer, fall or spring; you have been blessed with the best and that is why you are my everything. I envisioned your arrival before you even came, left your side foolishly, thinking others would make me feel the same. Your eyes shine so brightly, providing me with guidance whenever I am lost at night. I sought shelter and solace and found it in your kiss, as the seasons keep changing, offering mother nature bliss. I can no longer pretend that you are not the one, as you have managed to simultaneously become my moon and my sun. You are the diamond that shines in my sky, the drug that never fails to get me high. I am wrapped up in your love, tossing and turning to rise further above. You are the problem that raises my spirits and weakens my bones, and the solution which chases away my sobriety and follows me home. Music could not sound as poignant and bittersweet as the words you whisper softly before caressing my cheek. I have won my biggest battle to date, my Waterloo was you, preordained by fate. You are the ale that makes me sing, like a bird no longer caged you have released me from my prison and shown me freedom at its best. And like the sun, I am comforted in knowing that you will always rise in the east and then set in the west. In the fall, your love encompasses me, painting with vibrancy whilst colouring my leaves. Winter comes and you keep me warm, nestled by the fire and safe from harm. When Spring has sprung, I fall deeper with you, slowly ascending the ladder of love. Summer is an eternal state whenever you are around; I can always feel the heat you emanate, was lost but now am found.

Crusade

Alarmed as you shook me awake from my silent reverie, I slowly grew conscious of my glass menagerie. Others were always on the outside staring in, amusedly wondering which of the sins I would engage in. My world was taken by storm as all my plans had gone awry. I had intended to make a ripple on the history of man; to invent something ingenuous was surely in my plan. Yet cruel fate had been victorious once again, as I let go of hoping as I watched life's hourglass devour all of its sand. I was born to be the greatest, to shine above all the rest; I was guaranteed eternal bliss but instead became depressed. Life's burdensome facades never failed to rain on my parade. In hysterics as I reproached God alone for my reclusive crusade. Barraged with bullets as I tried to make it to second base, trivialized by material things as I saw the ugliness you concealed behind your face. I am entering a new era, a chapter of my own as the world sits and silently waits for another king to be throned. The only celebrity I respect is my own, no need to sycophantically adore the unknown. My posture is perfect, photogenic and correct yet you still seem to suspect me as if I am guaranteed to infect. I am not the victim of another birth defect, you should know this by now as I am your favourite subject. You may superficially cling to mundane, insignificant things as I am worth my weight in spiritual diamonds, while you are merely attached to strings. Like a puppet you insipidly follow all the other sheep within your flock, you can race against the clock but time will never stop. Chasing the fountain of youth that you are sure will keep you young, but what good is eternity when life's song has already been sung? Take off your rose coloured glasses that make you see in abstract, subtract the negativity and your life will get back on track. Contrarily, I will continue to resume the role that I have singlehandedly assumed, as I have paid the price to gain entry into my own, personal paradise.

Love

When love takes over, it has the power to ignite; it can rob you of your sight and make you lose your will to fight. When love takes over, it provided you with light throughout the night, fill you with the most poignancy to write and beautify your world to your delight. Love has taken over me, and I have succumbed to its devices. It has enamoured me, as I have paid its prices. This weekend has entranced me, as I danced within your arms. You are my knight in shining armour, and my soul's successful charmer. I was a snake until you played your enticing tune, blowing up my love as if it were a balloon. I am weakest when under your grip, as you are the only one equipped with the power to numb my lips. My soul is enchanted by your aura divine, even through my flawed design. This love is ethereal, as if it were from above. Your vessel empties into mine, purifying me like a dove. I kissed your lips so softly, as the breezes in the south of France. I held you so closely, as we slowly danced. You showed me Heaven in your eyes, as I witnessed the most breathtaking sunrise. You took my breath away, as you said those three words, that always make me sway. I am yours until the bitter end, until my soul is dispelled. I stood on the top of the highest mountain and yelled that you are the one that made love felt. It caressed me with its hands, as you showed me with your lips. It was like encountering the rarest eclipse. Your sun and my moon, dancing in the night; two bodies became one, as our love became so bright. You lulled me to sleep with your soft spoken words, opened my heart like most open drawers. My body is broken from years of misfortune, it is bent from all my torment and still, you come around to fill me with your scent. Your lullabies are my sole prize, the ones that strip away the layers of my disguise. No more walls for you to demolish, as they have all caved in. You more nails for you to polish, as you are where my life begins. I will always cherish your life, you are the avenger of my strife as I put away the knife that caused so much harm. Until the day I perish, you will have me in your arms. I have given it all to you, to love and beyond; shown you love in the highest degree, as you would delicately reciprocate and respond. I sought wisdom and found it in your mind; please do not let this depreciate, for this love is truly one of a kind.

Alice

My eyes adored you as you entered the frame, I was drawn to you like moth to flame. Months turned into years as we smiled to hide the tears. Pushed turned into shove, as we fell further out of love. You came along when I needed a saviour, but left me instead with a taste I could not savour. You vowed to reciprocate my love with gratitude but often failed to return the favour. You broke my heart, shattered it into a million little pieces. I sacrificed my self respect from the start, as you failed to see that love unreturned only decreases. My failure to note that you were secondhand, the jaded victim of another man forced me into this mess that refuses to succeed, as you line your pockets with money and replace our love with greed. You suspect my every motive, with your conscience full of guilt, as the flowers in our garden continue to die and wilt. I have lost my will to fight, as you deployed emotional blackmail to rob me of my light. Often harassed me with your malice, led me through your rabbit hole as if my name were Alice. I entered a world so enchanted on first sight that my heart beat in delight until you started to incite. This Wonderland felt nothing, if not grand and even better as you held my foolish little hand. You fought a war with words and stabbed me with love's knife. It cut so deep and gutted me to the core, making me abhor the feelings that I had stored. I cursed you out, tornadoes filled the room as I sat and cut my finger on the tangled web that you had loomed. Slept for so long, that I lost my sanity and song; stripped me bare and rewrote the words to my life and entitled it despair. I can no longer resume this tumultuous affair, that has cost me my fortunes and made me so frail. You were my greatest contender, my Queen of Hearts, as you blackened my soul and tore my world apart. We were a fairy's tale but one written for the blind, and only in braille. Our ship had long ago set sail, swallowed like Jonah in the emptiness of a whale.

Destiny

You captured my heart with your arrow and bow, and I desire nothing more than for us to experience growth. My violin plays an ode to our love, so pure and serene that it creates envy in doves. Your sorrows I will soothe as you lie in my arms, providing you with guidance and shelter from harm. The very night we met was nothing if not bliss, as I surrendered myself to your promise of eternal bliss. My soul cried out in glee happily, that you are my soul's mate on Earth, as you have managed to remind me of my worth. You are equivalent to your weight in diamonds straight from De Boers, as I envision our future and see sunshine for years. I will still know that you are the one, when my vision has diminished to the point that I can not see but only feel the heat of the sun. It bathes me in its heat and caresses my frame, as I relinquish my ego and refuse to play games. I sheathe myself in you, praying for more; your ecstasy has taken over me and settled the score. No longer naive, I am wiser now devoid of a script, I have taken a bow. You have chiseled your name into my heart, yet this required no effort on your part as you were inside me, right from the start. I experienced déja vu when I first saw your face, as I knew we had incarnated before, in this holding space. My soul is entwined with your body and mind as you whisper the three words that are much too kind. I have been a burden, spoiling you with my cynicism while you were the cataclysm that led to my heroism. Stripped of my devices, I can now breathe as I take your hand in mine and promise you eternity. Paradise claims to be as nice, even though I hear your name resonate in my body, not once, but thrice. The third is the day that I refused to let love pass me by, I love you and always will, no need for an alibi. You have saved me from myself and the throes of life itself, as I gratefully reflect and see that you have answered my cries for help. My confidence has risen to the highest degree, as I fall further in love and embrace my destiny.

Destruction

Insomnia strangles as it deceives me with false promises of sleep; it closes in and comes in for the kill, painfully sadistic, but always a thrill. I lie awake at night, innocently questioning the path of my life. Will it be one of wonder and love, or contrarily one of heartache and strife? I analyze every aspect as I am nestled awake, shaken to my core, and left yearning for retribution for the love that you would take. I asked the moon to reveal to me, all of our love's discrepancies. As if I was much to blind to agree that I was merely entranced by your perfumed potpourri. She pressed her face to mine and said, "Love too, goes stale, as it is not like wine but more like bread." I sat and contemplated her wise and profound advice, praying for a way to once again entice. But instead, I sit and write, hoping to earn some solace from these dark and lonely nights. Your betrayal still stings like a wound that refuses to close. Try as I may, I am still haunted by my own ghosts. I adored you with the fervour of an innocent child, yet you ignored my attempts, making me feel feral and wild. I was raised amongst Gods, given the utmost respect, until you pierced my skin and proceeded to infect. I have become toxic, your own personal Chernobyl; I have become so ignoble, as I sit isolated and absentmindedly reflect. I am a wasteland, barren and bare, devoid of life as you sold all my wares. Pillaged my village, and left me for dead; played with my heart as if it were on a thread. You used me to test your weapons of mass destruction, as I dejectedly waited for your next round of nuclear testing. You are Bush and I am your Iran, you poisoned my land as you did in Japan. I long to be free and fly away home, yearn to be asleep in this empty tomb. I am but a prisoner in this often solitary world; always an oyster, covetous of the pearl.

Poison

Our version of love had become such a dispute, push turned to shove as I became increasingly mute. I refused to wear the scarlet letter of love lost, so instead I would push you away and endlessly accost. You showed no emotion, your face was a blank slate, with reckless abandon, I continued to eat from your plate, all the while questioning whether it was all a mistake. I cried and I begged for you to grant me release, as I sat in your prison plotting ways to capture the keys. I pleaded for the remnants of my life that you viciously held within your hand; what would it have been like if I had never entered your dark and dreary land? You were vile and contrite as you denied me my rights, writing my fate with your pen as I pathetically transformed into the thorns of a rose with my pitiful, and depressing prose. I was your prisoner for far too long, as you shattered my lungs and silenced my song. At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. It relieves me of my loneliness, like a fine vintage wine. It is the only solace I receive in the walls of this asylum that offers me no reprieve. With no end in sight, I count my blessings and say my prayers, tuck myself in knowing that these fights will be the cause of my eternal despair. I turn off the lights and no longer resist the eternal slumber that has been closing in, I am finally at peace as I serenely sleep. You were the lethal injection into my veins, the cause for my strife and the reason for my pain. You were the jagged knife that robbed me of my life, the tormentor of my soul and the crooked piece that would never make my puzzle whole.

Spendthrift

You always seem to want to place a price tag on our love, as if money is comparable to this gift from up above. Although I may not be made of riches, or have enough to buy you gold. I can assure you that I will never fail to be there when you need someone to hold. They say that the best things in life are free, yet for some reason you selfishly make me feel like I am running on empty. I cannot offer you caviar, or trinkets from afar; but I can look into your eyes at night and feel like I am gazing into the stars. I have tried for so long to show you that I value none of this, tried to explain to you that I am happiest when we kiss. Your embrace is worth its weight in diamonds and pearls, the moments that we share alone make me feel like I am on top of the world. I appreciate all that you have given me that cost you hard earned dollars and cents, but I cherish little sentiments more than the money that you have spent. I am a sheep in wolf's clothing, disguised by my own flaws. I am a simpleton at most, refusing to conform to societal laws. I am less superficial than I make myself out to be, yet somehow this escapes you as you recount how much you have dwindled on me. When we cuddle late at night or see all the pretty sights, I can guarantee that I feel like the bourgeoisie. I do not need you to work hours to buy my happiness; as you already have my love, why is it so difficult to digest? My love is as priceless as the simple memories that we share, my bounty is as endless as an eternal affair. Hopefully in time you will be able to accept, this concept that confuses you and often leaves me upset. I know that money does not grow on trees and that it can be hard to come by, but I would rather spend a fortnight just staring at your smile. Roses, chocolates and valentines will never be declined, but the gesture is more appreciated and so is the time. I pray that one day you see, as my soul is crying out, that I have loved you from the start as I am your soul mate without a doubt.

Guillotine

I thought that I was invincible in my superhero's garb. I donned my cape and costume only to be disarmed. You were my Waterloo and I was forced to taste defeat. It tasted bitter on my tongue, similar to the most unhygienic street meat. I continued on a road I knew I never should have taken, hoping that one day my pride would die and I would be awakened. But instead, I've been forsaken. I refused to lose and as a result I lost it all. I never would have imagined that love could make me feel so small. I was shaken to my core, it tore my heart apart like lightning. You were the thunderbolt that made love become so frightening. Reclusive and paranoid, my future you have destroyed. I had all the potential in the world, I could have gone so far. I traded it all to be with you, and now I am afraid to dare to reach for the stars. I was once so confident, majestic in my own right. Despondence is my new name, as I have lost all will to fight. This charade has turned into such a facade, like the crises in the Middle East I can hear the sirens in my own personal Riyadh. No God could save me now, as I am in much too deep. At night, I lay down my head and silently weep. I cry for injustice, and the cross that I must bear. I sob indulgently as I wring my hands in sheer despair. You have made it your goal to wreak havoc on my soul, as I have been left, bereft and required to reap the evil that you sow. Sorrow has written its name upon my heart, as I passively accept it and allow you to resume your farce. I regret that we met, on a night so pristine; you were my executioner as I placed my head so trustingly into your guillotine.

Deception

I abused your trust with such tyrannous lust, like a sadist I beat you with my lies until you were begging for the truth. I had your life wrapped around my fingers as I ripped your heart off of your sleeve. I hurt you more than words can say, granted you no reprieve. My love was permanent but I got lost along the way. I took your emotions for granted as I offered you death's bouquet. I exhibit the symptoms of a personality split. I am ambitious and determined, yet always fail to thoroughly commit. The reason for my sorrows hides behind my deep set eyes, I conceal it from the world like a much coveted prize. Many have tried but only few have managed to unveil, the truth behind these lies that I have weaved into elaborate fairy tales. I told you it was love even though I was unsure. Concealed the truth from you and made you believe that I was demure. I committed grand theft as I left you so bereft, violated you with treason and forced you to abandon all reason. Logic had failed long ago, as I left you stranded on love's morose death row. On a whim, I was simultaneously macabre and grim as I watched you suffer, wishing that you were still with him. Larcenous, as I made you question your sanity, my vanity increased as I barraged you with profanity. You will forever remain the sole exception to my karmic beliefs, the only victim in my twisted game of deceit. I am filled with conceit as I lie through my teeth refusing to concede my defeat to one so weak. You should have escaped when you had the chance, my vindictiveness has been unwrapped and I am ready to wreak havoc and make you shamelessly dance.

Mediocrity.

All of my childhood haunts of yesterday, have drifted, simply gone away. Forced to grow up in a world that refuses to let up, until my fickle heart is hopelessly fed up. If I am a prisoner here and I am not permanent, then why am I required to leave behind a superficial imprint? One of a life lived but unfulfilled, full of misery and swallowing pills. Colour me green as I stare into your life. Devoid of pain and devoid of strife. You are from a class above, restricted by nothing but the money that you love. You may indulge in the pleasures of the world, but it is my oyster and I am its pearl. I am not interested in tasting caviar from afar, as I can be introspective and still touch the stars. Superficiality has convoluted the earth causing us to truly forget its worth. Politicians persist in polluting with policies gone awry. Poverty prevails as orphaned children rightfully cry for parents that have died. Materialism malnourishes mortals into a meagre state, and still you stubbornly claim that money can buy you a worthy soul mate. Although money makes your world go round, I would rather centre on ideas that are much more profound. Like a medium, I enthral as I am aglow. I may stumble and fall, but always reap what I sow. I refuse to live a life so mundane, that I am forced to vacate just to escape. I am the master of my own domain, I have grabbed life by the reins, as I watch it fall back into shape.

Nirvana

I was asked tonight, why my writing spells heartbreak. I choked on an answer, as I was shaken awake. Now that my eyes are open, I can genuinely see. That you are not the one, I assumed that you could be. I am stuck in the past, and haunted by your lies. Your mask has come off, and I now see through your disguise. Yet still I levitate, to the beauty that you emanate. I see beyond the negative, and see that you are my soul mate. You have lifted me up, so high that the world looks like a maze. You have brightened my world so much, that it's solely you that can amaze. I am happy for once, as I can feel the warmth of the golden sun. My life is not ending, it has simply just begun. Our love is stronger than metal, it can not be undone. You shine brighter than diamonds, you must be composed of pearls. I am drawn to you, as our destiny unfurls. I began my metamorphosis after being seduced by your kiss, remain entranced as I sleepily dance. My evolution started once I lost myself in your eyes, you held me captivated like an enchanted sunrise. I await the day where your arms will be my solace, as we grow together and grow old and grey, enraptured in our reciprocal bliss. I could not have imagined a love so pure and sacrosanct, intoxicated by you as I take another sip. I know you will always catch me if I fall and that you will do all that you can to ensure that I never slip. You are the waters that carry me to shore. Your love has enriched me, with you at my side nothing has the capacity to bore. Your voice lulls me to sleep and carries me high, I have attained Nirvana with you at my side.

Toxic

You undressed me with your malice and adorned me with your scorn. I was the rose and your love was my thorn. The undefeated champion of life's game for so long, until you set out to write my fate forced me to lose my title and turned me into a lightweight. You vandalized my soul with your deception as I lost my sense of self. Made me second guess my own perception at the cards that I had been dealt. I was once king until you deceitfully plotted to steal my throne. Conjugated me with your stubbornness, and left me all alone. You expected me to be as silent as a lifeless mannequin, as you dressed me with your hatred and painted my skin with your chagrin. You adorned me in clothing that was always of your choice, my refusal to defend myself resulted in the loss of my voice. Disparaged is my sense of pride as you vindictively mass produced my body and shipped replicas of me worldwide. If I were in my normal state of grace, I would have found the courage to leave you and this hate filled place. But angels could not fall as hard, as I never stopped yearning for your cold and venomous embrace. I was once filled with beauty, passersby would stop to stare. Instantly enchanted by my long and lustrous hair. Consequently, my mane has thinned it is now just like my blood. Reminiscent of Noah's Ark as the great flood left bodies in its wake. I am now a natural disaster, dehydrated, and a mistake. I was once able to fill boutiques with my esteemed style and look. Now instead I can only be found in children's colouring books. I recall the day when I was your greatest muse. It seems like eons ago now that I am the sole victim of your timeless abuse. I have said my mea culpas and repented to God above; eternally left questioning why I am the recipient of the most toxic kind of love.

Tempest

Am I a fool to ask myself if a rose with any other name would smell as sweet, as the beauty that you possess, that causes me to endlessly concede to my defeat. The wonderful taste of success comes to mind, as I envision our future, so unique and one of a kind. It will be brilliant, full of majesty and glory; as you put your hands in mine and allow my hands to write our story. Like a tempest, you unwind me and enrapture my emotions, causing me to feel divine. You are the biggest temptress as you seduce me with your love, chocolate lacks the same effect; you are royalty in your own right as you have won me over, commanding the utmost respect. Many before you tried to tame the beast within and failed, ran away dejectedly with their cowardliness unveiled. You have captured my heart and set it in stone, saved me from a destiny that promised to bury me alone. Your smile rises every morning, providing the world with light. Your eyes, the sole prize that fill my heart with such delight. The contentment I feel at having you in my life is enough to remove any prisoner's strife. You have encased me in your rapturous respite, as I fall deeper in love and take another bite. Although at times you are like a child, with innocence projected in your eyes; I may act beguiled until I look at you and feel the warmth of a sunrise. You are my only one, the sole supporter of my cause. I am able to accept you with your flaws, and for all this you are worthy of an ovation coupled with the most thunderous applause.

Wasteland

I consistently ask myself whether I should fight or flee, the endless torrents of misery that threaten to take over me. In the squalid heat I find it difficult to breathe, as the thickened smog seeps into my lungs, and I slip further down life's ladder's rungs. I dry my eyes and wring my hands, sorrow has wreaked havoc on my once Utopian land. The trees no longer bear fruit, they are as barren as my empty womb. Flowers no longer blossom, instead they wither and wilt, giving up and giving in to the emptiness they feel within. Darkened are my skies, as the sun hides and refuses to rise for a world forsaken by its own, left to feel the wrath of reckless abandonment all alone. The undertones of guilt wash ashore and tease dry earth with water, though that is all that it is yearning for. Greys and monochromes poison the air filling it with cyanide, as the promises of prosperity succumb to the venom of it all and die. Acid rain pours from the clouds, as my thoughts have become so loud. They refuse to let me sleep, as I surrender to the pain and weep. Life is no easy street, it will cheat, deceive and then excrete, you from its throes similar to being naked and exposed. I am much weaker than presumed, as I smell death's sweet perfume, it is lacquered to my walls, and fills my dreary prison's halls, slips into my veins and takes me by the reins. Lecherous as it may be, I am captivated hopelessly. I have lost my appetite hoping that in the night I will see the light, find my gateway out of this place as I fall upwards from grace. The world has become such an abomination, a huge discredit to the beauty it once possessed. I lace my boots and I get dressed, as I prepare myself for my soul's eternal damnation.

Ascent

Our love was such a farce, it had the power to entertain jesters. They would laugh for hours at the ridiculous charade that we displayed for far too long. All the romance gone, like a nightingale murdered mid song. How foolish of us to pretend that we could have ever been anything more than fair weather friends. I was so desperate to be loved that I attached myself to your dark soul, assuming erstwhile that you would somehow make me whole. You keep repeating that I need you, refusing to see that I have grown into my own; I am now a man that has no qualms about walking a mile alone. My love could never feed your unquenchable thirst. After I have left, the replacements you find for me will become increasingly worse. As history has shown us, I will always be at the top of your list. I showered you with endless love, yet you still claim to have never been kissed. Much to your contrition, this demolition was all of your accursed volition. My only sin was self love, you would have rather that I neglect thy self. You shredded my heart with your malice, as you twisted the truth and called it help. I refuse to be a prisoner in this lonely Alcatraz, although I will continue to contribute to your poignant jazz. I am much wiser now, I will not get involved with you again. I will rise above your petty pubescence and continue my ascent.

Clarity.

I stumbled through the deserts in search of water and advice, as vultures circled above me I prayed that my life would be sacrificed. I thought I was trading up, but instead I lost it all. Like a mirage you appeared and I was hungrily enthralled. The scorching heat of misery burns my aching back. Losing you was far too painful, similar to a heart attack. I thought that I was full of wisdom but I was really just a fool. You were the stick that broke my back and I was your mule. I swam out to sea to save you from drowning of the path of your volition. You distracted me with your lies as you prepared your ammunition. Like a magician, you held me spellbound and veiled my eyes to conceal the truth. You blackened my heart and stole my youth, stripped me bare and told me that I was uncouth. I naively believed that our paths were aligned, until you shot me with your bullets and made me feel the hopeless emptiness that is mankind. Shots rang out throughout the world, as you trampled on my heart, your anger unfurled as we drifted further apart. I tumbled blindly on the golden sand, as you alerted the vultures above of the feast that I would provide. I only hoped you would understand, as you let go of my desperate hand. You closed my eyes as your last act, forcing me to see clearly and admit that I was really just a victim of your twisted love so black.

Cancer

I tried to be assertive, to give all that I had to give. But you ripped out my insides, made me lose my will to live. I ran out of the fight so long ago, like a boxer whose retired, no longer a pro. I bid my friends adieu, as I submitted solely to you. Played the game you loved so much, only to feel the smoldering burn of your fiery touch. The desire to continue in this foolish escapade, rots my stomach and makes it turn like a poisoned game of charades. Your love was a revolver and I was your easy target, life became so much harder as I retaliated against the venom that you would spit. I persisted in my attempts to break the chains that were so binding, but alas my efforts were in vain as our bittersweet love story kept unwinding. I was just trying to love you, yet my efforts were to no avail. Your elusive symphony was orchestrated and successful without fail. You made it much too difficult for such an unrequited love to prevail. You drank greedily of my wine as violinists desperately attempted to recount our sorrowful tale. Like a Roman tragedy, our audience saw what we refused to disavow. I wish you had allowed yourself to show me that you are wiser now. With raised brow, I vowed to never again be so naive. I apologize for hurting you, and stealing your innocence off of your sleeve. I hope there is forgiveness between us in the distant future. My heart will not heal right as long as I keep tearing out these sutures. I cannot accept that this just might be the end. I silently wept and grieved the loss of my dearest friend. Your secrets will be kept and held inside until our love will mend. Then I will whisper them into your lips once more, as love will always transcend. Your beauty was so immense, it was reminiscent of cathedrals in Florence. Like life underneath the Tuscan sun, I can imagine the life we could have had full of such magnificence. Had I appreciated all the gifts you had inside, I am certain that the romance between us would have increased and never died. I was a tumour so malignant, as I spread evil throughout your world. Cancerously, I attacked all that you would adore. In the end, I am forced to accept that this vicious love is not one to be restored.

Rapture

Caught in a rapture, yet I still feel so alone. Restlessly searching for someone to fill your throne. I cry as I fall and awaken from my dreams, cover my ears to avoid the sounds of my own screams. I am accursed as you drag me to Hell, I pray to the lord to remove this wicked spell. It binds my joints to one another, makes me feel as if I am being smothered. I was the strongest once, I could have been a contender. Instead I smile insipidly, and remain a mere pretender. I envisioned a future full of glamour, so divine; red carpets, Swiss chocolates, chartered jets and the finest wines. Contrarily I am left so bereft, you committed grand theft as you robbed me of the last amounts of love that I had yet to give. Now that they are gone, how am I expected to continue to live? The smile on my face melted off, and smelted; like stained glass, you wear it in your palm. With much aplomb, I enter my tomb, offer alms to those deprived, as I exit life's womb. I am no longer your prisoner, I have escaped the dreary fate that you had set in stone for me. I am wiser now, I can finally see that you are not, nor were you ever, what God had in store for me.

Eden

You are as enigmatic as the Thinker immortalized by Auguste Rodin. As enthralling as the sun that sets over Mount Fuji of Japan. You have mesmerized me like the dervishes that dance in spiritual devotion, enraptured my essence like the waves that ebb and flow in the world's majestic oceans. I am your prisoner as I remain captured within your caresses. Like Rapunzel's prince I plead to feel the luxuriant beauty of your tresses. In the summer's blissful rain, I want to dance as I hold your hand. Every dream that your heart makes will be granted as your wish is my command. I will course the world for all the things that make it beautiful and divine. I will compare their beauty to my beloved's and they will no longer shine. Diamonds of the utmost lustre could never shine as bright; you are my north star as you guide my way into your arms when I am afraid at night. I sought solace in caves atop mountains where prophets had received revelations. Only to find that all I needed was to look in your direction in order to find my true inspiration. Similar to alchemy, the chemicals between us reacted, causing a great transformation. Destiny has certainly decreed that you will be my eternal adoration. Roses could not smell as sweet as the scent that you emanate from your golden pores. I was mistaken to assume your heart was one that I could learn to abhor. Although I am an anomaly, you have peered into my soul. This was when I realized, our bodies had experienced a continental drift; that you are the piece that makes my puzzle whole. I have tasted the fruit of Eden, and although it is a sin, I cannot stop the ecstasy that I am covered in.

Rebirth

You were held captive, like an injured bird in my cage. You were too often the victim of my misdirected rage. I do not know how to act in this purgatorial stage, as our love was once so magical as if enchanted by a sage. I look into your eyes and see that they are ablaze. Yet I feign ignorance and pretend that you are not phased. I hypnotized you with my lies and left you mesmerized in a daze. If I could turn back time, I would rewind to when you were still amazed. I tore your heart to pieces, as shrapnel filled the air. I am beguiled and inveigled by your unforgiving stare. Like a child you are so pure, no other can compare. I just cannot accept that this is the end of our torrid love affair. You saved me from the darkness that threatened to devour me whole. My Notre Dame has fallen as its bell has ceased to toll. Justice must be served for your happiness that I continuously stole. You are my sole source of sustenance as I drink from your bowl. My hair falls out in clumps as I grieve my greatest loss. I fell off the bridge on my noble path, although it could have been so simple for me to get across. I wish I had paid more attention to my heart, the one that you worked so hard to defrost. My future feels so grim and bleak, now that all of your boundaries I have crossed. I am covered in filth as I sit devastated and full of guilt. Even after your trust had been rebuilt, I stubbornly refused to make amends for all the blood that I continued to spill. I am your greatest misfortune, the coward that now wilts. Sanctimoniously clad in hypocrisy in its lowest form. I celebrate you for your unfaltering ability to keep me warm. One day you will notice all the ways that love has transformed. I am no longer a sinner, I have finally been reborn.

LoveGame

A thousand years in love could never compare, tell me how am I supposed to breathe with no air? My lungs are filling with water, watch me from the shore as I helplessly drown. The permanence of my actions is too much to bear, I am hopeless as it all falls down. There goes the time that we invested, even though I never treated you the best. I should have seen that I was blessed, instead of thinking that I was possessed. How fortunate I was to have seen the sun rise within your eyes. I fought your love as if it were a tumour that would lead to my demise. I encountered a beauty so pure and sacrosanct, on which I should have banked, instead of choosing to walk the plank. I jumped to my death as the sea was filled with hungry sharks, piranhas ravaged my skin and now my world is nothing, if not dark. If only I had appreciated the light that you omit, I am certain that this love would have been something that you permit. I erased your smile, and villainously turned it into a frown. In the end I am left exclaiming that I just want you around. You were my knight in armour shining as our bodies intertwined. Our paths were one for so long but now they have misaligned. I envisioned my future in your arms, safe from evil and sound from harm. But alas, I am the only one to blame for toying with your heart in my treacherous lovegame.

Recluse

I lost my self control as jealousy weaved its ugly course. You often attempted to console me, even though we were divorced. Our hearts have detached, the circulation of our love has reached its toll. Wrinkles have replaced the smile that loneliness conquered and stole. I thought that we were immortal, that nothing could come in between. I foolishly refused to acknowledge all the hostility that was unseen. You captured me in your hands, I did not want to let go. Now that we have separated, I cannot help but feel so alone. Death's hand caresses my neck, massages the knots inside my back. It seduces me with its promises of paradise and release from this cold and bitter world. Instead I turn the other cheek, and hide in my oyster like a delicate pearl. I seek shelter from the truth, would much rather live a lie. My selfish demand for your love was greater than your meagre supply. I will watch you from the Heavens, guide your way when you are lost. No longer damaged or destroyed, I paid the cost to get my point across. I found my way of my own accord, much to your discord, I am not weak as my strength has been restored. Although I may argue that I don't need you at all, you were the only one that would catch me before I was about to fall. I could only see good reflected in your eyes, I opted to believe that it was all just a disguise. I chose isolation for myself, being heartbroken was my excuse. Consequently, I have become the sleeping shadow of a recluse.

Mannequin

I hardened my heart to the extreme point that attempting to love would be like squeezing water from stone. We are still twins but no longer conjoint, for your wicked sins you must atone. I trusted you, sought solace in your arms. Supported you endlessly, only to be beguiled by your charms. I've reached the end of my wits, my days are so much colder now. Confused beyond words at how it's so simple for you disavow. You have disarmed me with your smile, enraptured my soul inside your web of lies. You weaved fallacies as if you were a seamstress, tailoring my faith in you to your liking. I was your betrothed as I refused to look away from your consistently striking glare. You captured me, clipped my wings and locked me deep within your darkened lair. How unfair and cruel of you to treat me like you did. I barely understood that you viewed me as your kid. You manipulated my senses, made me believe you were all that was good and right. Instead I should have activated my defences, as you stole the moon that provided me with light throughout the night. Isolated in your cave, without the promise of release. The love that I once felt began to diminish and decrease. I began to abhor you for the way you feigned innocence. Resorted to pubescent games, as you winded me and made me wince. You gutted me completely, left nothing for the vultures that hovered above. Would I be wrong to state that this was the most gruesome, macabre love? I flailed my arms helplessly as I knew my last days had come. I tried to achieve a victory, but in the end I knew that I would succumb. To the vile, torturous terrorism that like alcohol made me drink until I was numb. I was your mannequin, as I allowed you to paint my body black and blue. You dressed me in your ugliness as I became increasingly subdued. Tattered and torn were the clothes I wore, tailored by you so others would ignore. The beauty within that you would selfishly feed upon. With the curtains drawn, you give me death's blistering kiss. I have transformed into a swan, no longer an ugly duckling gone amiss.

Wailing Wall

The camera flashes and reveals a different side of you. One that you conceal and hide from the world's review. I have seen brief glimpses of the person you can be. When you come out from hiding, you're not all that much a mystery. Like a puzzle refusing to come undone, your ill treatment of my heart will never be outdone. You tormented me like a prisoner in Guantanamo Bay, terrorized me villainously expecting me to stay anyway. Once you released my hand from your cold and icy grip. I had phantom limb syndrome and longed for my removed hip. Now I clearly see that I am worthy and capable, and for far too long I assumed that this cancerous love was inescapable. I gave you my heart, and you bruised it with your malice. Got trapped in your rabbit hole, as if my name were Alice. You are not my queen of hearts, you control me no more. My hope's been pierced with darts, I have become all that I abhor. I stood at the Wailing Wall, praying that you would repent but your cruel and wicked pride guaranteed that you would not relent. My only victory lies in catching sight of the truth in all your lies. The one you often failed to provide and hid away from prying eyes. I lit a fire in my heart and burnt your memory away. Scarred and seared by your touch, our relationship turned into a vile cliché. Ugliness is smeared upon the walls that we had built, I cried and repented until my body began to wilt. I am now reminiscent of flowers that are hidden underneath the snow. What was once aglow plateaued many emotions ago. I stripped my life of remnants of all that would remind me of you; the pictures, poems and letters gone so I can start anew.

Widow.

Like a thousand widows ululating for their loved ones that have departed; you lit a fire in my heart and then abandoned what you had started. Fainthearted, I attempt to heal my bruised and battered sense of pride, but this is often much too hard when there is no one in whom I can confide. I chanted your name, in the hopes that you would return. I offered you praise, as the vicious fire within continued to slowly burn. I refuse to acknowledge the newly granted freedom that has made me feel so light. I have recanted my belief that you and I were matched perfectly, so right. Love has taken its course on my life that you have left behind. I will reject love in the future, I would much rather douse myself in toxic turpentine. It made my bones feel brittle, and turned my tears to dust. Belittled my emotions, as I could not separate loneliness from trust. Now I must be strong once more, no longer forced to endure your cancerous couture. The disease you kindly referred to as love ravaged my insides as I began to feel so tired of. All that used to bring me joy, the happiest moments you've managed to destroy. Although I try to prevail, my efforts are to no avail. I will wear this blackened veil only as a testament that is apropos. I will restlessly remain as tired and timeless as a widow.

Apocalypse.

A million tears fell from these eyes, causing tsunamis and tidal waves to rise. Earthquakes shook the world, as tornadoes ravaged and whirled. Cities would self destruct and it would all be a result of my terrible luck. Life with you would be similar to death row; the passion would unfold until we would resort to blows. The fighting never fails to cease as I am left feeling like the deceased. I am now like the undead, as my thoughts refuse to turn off, constantly contemplating all the things I should have said. You pretended to be the bright, never ending light at the end of my tunnel. But instead of Heaven, you offered me nothing but Hell. I am finally strong enough to rebel, against the destruction that you would dole out like a fascist. Hitler and his reign had nothing on you and your regime. You were much worse on your weakest of days, your fury more extreme. I cannot fathom for a moment why you think you are a being so supreme. Meteors collide with everything in sight, as my heart races and pounds, seeking solace from the night. Misery threatens to tear my heart apart, as you trample on my love and leave your brand and mark. Malnourished by your scorn, watch as I walk through the streets in the clothes that your hands have torn. Naivety was my biggest flaw, I trusted in your word. You refused to make amendments to your cruel and wicked law, and then would act as if nothing had even occurred. In the end it is my inability to realize the sorrow that was caused by your deathlike kiss that makes me wonder if it's true that this is the apocalypse.

Violin.

I swam far out beyond shallow waters, sought shelter in homes with no walls. I sacrificed my soul for you to slaughter, yet I still haven't reaped the fruit from it all. I meandered the world and its continents, searching for a love that would provide, a home for all the raw emotion within me, that will remain and never subside. I assumed you were the one, that would bring colour to my life so black and white, you added radiance to my dull skies and varnished the stars that shone for me at night. My eyes refuse to weep, for the sadness is often too much to bear. My scars run deeper than before, how much longer must I suffer from this depressing affair. I showered you with romance, wiped your tears when they would fall. But in the end I am the only one that is at all enthralled. I listened to your stories of the pain that you have felt, offered you my shoulder for the cards that you have been dealt. Much to my chagrin, our love was your audience as you played me like your violin. I sang the notes you wanted, as you ridiculed me to your crowd. They were mesmerized and haunted by the music that I cried so loud. Many came from far and wide, to listen to the sorrowful song I sung. As they applauded, I silently died, drowned from the misery that filled my lungs.

Loneliness.

You ask what it feels like to be alone? It feels like one's sins that have yet to be atoned. Like, the promise of death just slightly postponed. Loneliness is like a cyclone, that rips through a city and tears through its bones. It is the scent of another's cologne, on the collar of the one that you brought into your home. But of being alone all I am qualified to say, is that it can turn your hair instantaneously grey. I have known it to strip some bare, to leave them in the cold with nothing to wear. It has darkened my days, and stolen the light that used to come as such a comfort on cold, lonely nights. I am now filled with fright, and often contrite as I rarely know when I will eat my next bite. I have lost all will to fight, as I smile insipidly, such a miserable sight. Loneliness is the one whose name I will scream for murdering my young and wearing my heart on its sleeve. It has taken my breath right out of my lungs, whipped me in the scorching heat of the desert sun. I am no longer one, as I falter and fail; like the missing voice of a melodious nightingale. I will wither and writhe from loneliness and it's scythe; it was like the grim reaper as it reaped my soul, left me with nothing, and refused to console . . me as the tears poured from my eyes. Left in a daze and questioning why. How at once does all this pain exist inside my slender frame? But alas, I've come to know that loneliness is the one that I shall accost for all of the joys that I have lost.

Rome.

I am embarking on a new endeavour, as the pages turn. This chapter of my life will be filled with new lessons that I must learn. You and I, we grew apart, as we took one another for granted. The seed of love that grew within has died, the promises recanted. I rebuilt this city on my own, placing one brick at a time. Yet throughout it all I refused to acknowledge that love is only worth a dime. A penny on a good day, it has become so plebeian. I feel calm and serene, like the waters of the Aegean. For a brief moment, our lives were entwined; you held my hand and showed me my noble path. Now, as a specimen that has become so refined, all I can feel is your miserable wrath. The pages keep turning, as the passion burns out. Snuffed, like a candle that was once devout. In my conviction, I see that I was wrong, to assume that you were my saviour, that our meeting was like a song. You guided me like the stars, all I needed was to look in your direction to find my way home. But now I am alone, and I must make this journey on my own. As Rome was not built in a day, we must go our own separate ways. 'Tis always better to have loved and lost, even if love has the power to exhaust. I am stronger than ever before, no longer meagre in my supply. Just know that you will have my shoulder until the day that I die.

Broken Doll.

When you're not around, I feel like my limbs have been amputated. I am a puzzle that refuses to come undone. But whenever you're near, I can't help but feel frustrated. You were my greatest contender, not willing to be outdone. I thought that I'd been vindicated, when I made the effort to show that I have changed. Instead you pad my walls, and leave me in restraints as if I am vehemently deranged. My sun will rise again, as your flowers wilt from guilt. My castles will touch the sky, as you procrastinate on the ones in your head that you have yet to build. Ambition emanates from my pores, I exude it like the cherry tree that blossoms in the spring. You still refuse to believe that I have nothing up my sleeve. Like a prisoner on death row finally granted his reprieve. My last meal consisted of food that tasted like our love. I ate in silence as I repeated the Lord's prayer to God above. I berated Him for my weakness, for the life I left unfinished. I lamented for the light in my eyes that had entirely diminished. In my next incarnation, I will not make the same mistakes. I will always remember that the love you give should be equal to that you take. No longer selfish, in a world primarily inspired by hate. I will contemplate before I use my pen to write my fate. It will be wondrous, full of joy and cheer; another life lived to the fullest with my loved ones near. You will reattach yourself to me, with glee, no longer the separated limb of a crooked amputee.

Defeat.

Love is not an object that is set in stone, nor is it a guideline that others need to clone. Yet you make it seem as if there are rules for the way that one should act. You spew vile, putrid insults and expect me not to react. Have I really seemed so foolish in my broken, battered past? To give you the impression that my stupidity is so vast? I am not a victim, nor will I play your games. You confuse me and control me, watch our love as it catches flame. I thought I had fulfilled my duty, as I supported you through the worst. Yet still your ego won't allow for you to put another first. I made an effort, truly did; yet you denied me of the thrill. Of taking credit for hard work, your effect was like a pill. The kind that made me sleep, undisturbed for days. We butted heads for far too long, refusing to change our stubborn ways. One question comes to mind: was our relationship doomed from the start? I must confess that I played my part, in taking you for granted and presuming that our love would stay enchanted. At the end of the storm, I managed to find. Emotions I had lost, that were one of a kind. The ones I hid from you, and concealed from myself. The ones I repressed, and placed high upon a shelf. It is now clear to me, that I lost myself along the way. I took the road less travelled, assumed that I'd be saved. But this accursed road was full of twists and turns; it gave the impression that it was safe but it had not even been paved. I played by your rules, never played the role of a liar or a cheat. Our battlefield unfolds to reveal that I concede to my defeat.

Ghost Town.

I am an empty lot in a town whose inhabitants have been forced to evacuate. Your interest was feigned, I wish you were able to reciprocate. My empty vessel sails the seas, searching for the path its lost. You were the one who knew the price of everything, but rarely knew the cost. The tragic turns I took led to my premature demise. Our love dissipated long ago, without the beauty of reprise. My soul has wandered the earth, becoming restless in its wake. Immaturity was what crossed the line, why was it so difficult to return the love that you would take? I falter as my heart skips a beat; love is indeed a two way street. I felt naked as you stripped me of my due respect. You made me feel so weak, powerless like an insect. I reprimand you for your mistreatment of my kind and noble ways. You set my world on fire, and then left it ablaze. Now these fires burn, leaving my world so barren and cold. You have bid me adieu, and found some other to hold. I chased you like a dream that was slightly out of reach; I berate you for the lessons I have learnt, though you rarely practised what you'd preach. I have come so far now, no point in carrying on. The remnants of our memories have long since withdrawn. I resent that I was a mere pawn in your evil game of chess. Still, I confess that I will eternally remain the one that loved you best. My hopes have been put to rest; my permanent smile removed to reveal an ugly frown. I have lost all signs of life, my thoughts are often filled with strife. I am now the sole resident of my self-imposed ghost town.

Berlin.

I have surrendered myself to your sweet embrace. Your touches, and kisses cannot be replaced. I have seen our bright future, just from looking at your face. You have been my saving grace. I was so stubborn, refused to take the less travelled road. I assumed it would not hold me, that it would implode. But once I realized the beauty that God had bestowed. The rivers that connect us once again flowed. I see through new eyes, like a newborn child. My dreams before you were unambitious and mild. But with your guidance, I have undressed; my loneliness no longer expressed. I live a new life, full of satisfaction and joy. It is hard to believe that I am the same boy. The one who had built impenetrable walls. But like in Berlin, all walls must fall. I have been enchanted, like a fairy tale wood. I will withhold my promise, because you have always understood. The fury, the pain, agony and sorrow - that have aligned my smile and will continue to, tomorrow. I am victorious over my past; I have won the perpetual battle that I believed would always last. The light has returned to my bleak and dreary eyes; I now realize that you are my prize. And why have I been granted this reward? Have I managed to separate stone and sword? I give you my word that I will be all that you want. No more insipid child's games, the end of nonchalance.

Love's Marquis.

You are the star that one day fell, down into my palms. Your essence washes over me, and I am now serene and calm. You are so near, yet so far, so oppressed, and so divine. I am ecstatic beyond words that our hearts have intertwined. One day we will emerge as the heroes of fairy tales, as history has shown that unrequited love prevails. You have brought me to my salvation, and returned my sight. It is cause for celebration, as it's managed to reignite. The fire that burns within me, full of passion and desire. I am love's marquis, and you are all that I require. Since the day that I first met you, I knew my world would change. To my sorrows, I said adieu; it was a wonderful exchange. You wiped away my tears, showed me how to live again. I have since battled all of my fears, your effect was like cocaine. It gave me the confidence I needed to hold my head up high, and even when I was feeling low; I still felt so high. You are my fountain of youth, bountiful in your springs of beauty and truth. I will drink from you each day, to ensure I am not led astray. I will not take you for granted, showing my appreciation in every way. And if I should fail to ever satisfy these needs, I will redeem myself through a hundred noble deeds.

Candy.

I prayed this day would come, one in which I'd surrender to my love. I have finally succumbed, to the pleasures that tend to make me numb. I searched above and below for the promised land, and then you came along and offered me your hand. I followed you around, you often led me astray. Made me feel so petty, like I was merely made of clay. I danced when you asked and responded to your every beck and call. I was naive to assume that you would catch me if I fall. You disguised your bitterness in candy, which made it artificially sweet. Until I removed the wrapper to reveal that it was solely deceit. How long can I pretend when all I crave is revenge? To remove the smile from your face and put you back in your place. I have made you so strong, built you up from the ground. All the while you have played me out, just like a song. You forget to give thanks where they are deserved, as you unconsciously portray the image of one so calm and reserved. I see through your guise, and the part that you play. I can see the real you, each and every day. Your many personalities may seem to fool the rest, but I have known you for so long as I loved you the best. The curtains have closed, yet I'm still standing here. When I think of our future, I tremble in fear. I thought I was a man, but I am really just a mouse. How did I ever allow this stranger to enter my house? Our worlds have collided and the sun's come crashing down. My smile's been removed and now, I permanently frown. My tears have become tattooed upon my wrinkled, aging skin, and I pray that one day, I will be confident enough to stop my suffering.

Awake.

You are the river that leads to my ocean, the one that maintains everything I am. Your beauty fills my world, and it I cannot condemn. I fly above you, with arms open wide. Whenever you cry, in me you can confide. I envision our future, taking over the world. As I purge myself of the sadness that has been unfurled. I see through new eyes, and my vision has cleared. I have since battled all of the issues that I have feared. You are my sight, as you fill me with light. You provide the security, that keeps me warm at night. I will be your saviour, as I lead you to salvation. I will save your soul from all of its frustrations. I brush your cheek with my hand as our souls entwine. I cannot believe it's taken so long for me to make you mine. Your soul has captured mine, as you've made me whole. It has reignited the happiness that your predecessors had stole. You are the one that fulfills my dreams, I am so ecstatic that we're on the same team. I look into your eyes and I see a new life. One that is filled with happiness and devoid of strife. You are my twin, in that we think the same way. My life is no longer in disarray, as I wake up feeling happy every single day. I am yours in my entirety, my world is yours to take. I have woken up for true love, I am finally awake. <3

Ireland.

Ireland's beauty beseeches me, calls me in and carries me throughout the world, high above its winds. I listen to its Celtic breeze, it whispers softly then lures me deep. I trestle through its forests, bountiful and lush, only to realize that I should have been in more of a rush. I find it's castles so alive with history, that mysteriously I hear life within their walls. At night, the winds turn warm and fill me with a rush of blood. It rolls me down its hills in the day, bouncing me seductively with each tumble, I fall deeper in love. It protects me at night in its endless caves, the ones in which I could stay all day. I embrace its sensational prowess, and let it unleash its majestic passion unto me and into me as it washes over me. I scream aloud in Gaelic, as I burst with pride and pleasure.

New Beginnings.

I found a reason not to cry, reflected deep within your eyes. You revealed the secret to life, removed the knife that pierced my heart. From lovers in the past, the ones that I knew would never last. My charms, my wit are now yours, too. I am ecstatic we let this ensue. I promise to keep you near, protect you from the dark. I'll provide you shelter from the storm, and my hands will always keep yours warm. You have shown me how to love, that I need not be enchanted from above. I can see through new eyes, and I now see that you are my prize. For withstanding a decade of hate, your lips have since sealed my fate. I can envision us dancing in the rain, our bodies moving as one, divine as vintage champagne. Together we will go far, take flight and touch the stars. I will be your shepherd, and guide your way when you are lost. You can be my sorcerer, I'll buy your magic at any cost. We will rule the world, go where no man has before. But this time I won't be afraid, because your love has opened many doors.

Marionette.

The lines of my smile are aligned with sorrow, although they were once filled with love. The wrinkles on my face are contrived of spite, now that push has turned to shove. Controlled for so long, I lost myself along the way. I have become a victim of the most passionate, fiery kind of love. It wreaked its havoc on my soul, and has filled me with fears that will stay until I am bitter and old. The remnants of my sanity have been tossed into the wind, and now I will be endlessly searching for a cure to ease the suffering. You tricked me into believing that you may have been the one. I gave you my world, bought you the stars, and praised you as if you were the sun. I was so naive to think you provided me shelter from the storm. As now, in retrospect, I see that it was all a means to transform. You have made me your puppet, a mere marionette; I danced insipidly on the strings that you held within your hands. Your friends were your audience, as you laughed and you cheered. How foolish of me to assume this was love, as I stood in awe as you wickedly sneered. All that I feared was reflected in your eyes, and now I realize it was me your eyes despised. Nothing could make me return to your hypnotizing lullabies. Beg and plead as you may, manipulation will be of no assistance. I have broken free, immune again and resistant. I assure you that this time my vision has cleared and I will surely keep my distance.

Symbol.

And like a knife you still cut so deep, that I have to pretend that I am asleep. I refused to make a sound, as this pain was much too deep. Like a miser, you always made me feel so cheap. As I lie in bed, and gently weep. I cry for the years that I wasted on you. I hunger for the time that you managed to accrue. And like a tattoo, you cannot come undone. Much too permanent, more visible when I'm in the sun. The faces around me, they can all see my sorrow. As I brush them under the rug, repress them again, for tomorrow. I pretend that they are fake, that they merely do not exist. Then I realize I am caught within the midst, of your torture and torment, you always seem to persist. Until I am crying out loud, begging to slit my wrists. I am much stronger than this, I trick myself into believing that I can prevail. Yet, whenever I try, my body feels so frail. Brittle are my bones, they have almost turned to dust. I often wonder whether our love was truly lust. Our bodies have started to rust, as love is now looked upon with disgust. Rarely discussed, a common issue of mistrust. I look into your eyes, hoping to see my path. But all I seem to see is your misplaced wrath. Somehow you still assume that I am the one to blame, when it was always you that established these pubescent games. I am no longer a child, I know wrong from right. But when it comes to you, it seems that I am stripped of my sight. Every left turn I am supposed to take, somehow turns into a right. My judgement has taken flight, and I am filled with nothing, if not fright. The heights that we ascended to, now seem meagre in retrospect. Now that I reflect, I can see your true defects. You were greedy and so vain. Neglectful, like a clown who has forgotten how to entertain. Somehow you refrained from leaving, and always remained by my side. I always listened to my heart, and my mind I had denied. Now that I see clearly, I know you are solely in my past. I simply view you as a symbol, of the lessons that I have surpassed.