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.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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