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.