Promise.

Woken from a nightmare that seemed to never end, I have reached my Waterloo, and also found my very best friend. Mesmerized, I dance entranced, like the whirling dervishes of Istanbul, you have intoxicated me like elixir, as I now see the cup as half full. Follow me, and take my hand, we will have our Eden as your body is my Wonderland. Your kisses make my lips quiver, and your touch makes my whole body shiver. You have scared away my stutter, I am no longer afraid to soar. I spread my wings, and take off, you have shown me what my heart is for. Every time that you are with me, I feel so positive. As the love flows reciprocally, for once, I am receiving all that I give. Our bodies rise, and fall as one, as the passion takes control. You are the missing piece that has made my puzzle whole. From your eyes, I feel the warmth of a thousand suns as they rise. You have saved me from myself, as you are my reward for all of the unsuccessful tries. Each day spent with you is like a glimpse of paradise, a mere whispered word from you is all that it takes for me to be enticed. Your name is now emblazoned across my heart and soul, for you are the reason why I no longer feel like I am being sucked into a black hole. Flowing into me, your waterfall cascades and drowns me alive, you have renewed my life's purpose, and once again I thrive. Like a field of roses, your fragrance soothes my seas, your caresses warm my heart and soul, like the most indulgent summer breeze. I cannot wait for the day when you will be mine until the end of time, I am the happiest that I have ever been, no longer a victim of love's endless war crimes. You have released me from the prison that I had locked myself in, my self-imposed exile has fallen like the walls that once lined Berlin. Dedicated to your smile, I have found new purpose, and feel brand new; a dream is a wish a heart makes, and I am so grateful that you have finally come true. We will make it through the rain, and find ourselves together, I will be your umbrella, and protect you in times of inclement weather. I do not have much to offer aside from the promise that I will help you find your way when you are lost, like the north star in your sky, I will save you like the red cross. I promise to listen to your stories, cushion your falls, and offer my shoulder when you are down. One day in the not too distant future, we will rule the world, but until then I am content with just running this town.

Agape.

Dreaming whilst conscious is something I thought to be impossible until you entered my life. Prior to this, I thought that this feeling was only true in fairy tales; enchanted, I take your hand and dance dazedly in a room full of strangers unconcerned with whether anyone is watching. They might stare, and criticize, but they fail to see the amber fire that flickers fiercely behind my eyes. Your velvet kisses that make me weak, and your touch that makes me blush, have added more purpose to my smile, as I'm helplessly inside your clutch. The hunter has become the hunted now that you are here with me, it was only possible once I stopped myself from searching for a cause to be happy. I found the cure inside myself, as real happiness comes from within; much to my chagrin, I refuse to stop myself from falling. The days I spend with you are reminiscent of paradise, the warmth that you emanate is now all I need to feel enticed. Nights with you are blissful, as I feel your heart beat against my chest, your scent is the antidote whenever I feel depressed. I yearn for nothing more than to hold you in my arms until the day I die, to feel the sweet solitude that overpowers me whenever I gaze into your starry eyes. The stars above are green with envy for the ways in which you shine, our paths align weaving vulnerability as I remove the walls that prevent you from being mine. My Berlin come crashing down, leaving me in its wake, as I trip, stumble, and fall headfirst into consciousness, and I am finally awake. The sweetest thing that I have ever felt has come in the form of your kiss, the touch of your lips, and the fragrance of your breath are now all I need in order to exist. Wrapped in your love, your skin soothes me like manna from above. I gaze dazedly into your eyes and feel the heat of a thousand suns rise. Hypnotized, I catch my breath, as our bodies rise and fall as one, you are the reason, and the cure to the pain that had tricked me into believing that it had won. Stunned, I close my eyes, and open my heart to the beauty of our song, in my dreams I have prepared myself for this for what feels like far too long. I crossed the seven seas only to encounter you, even dared to search far, and wide, when I should have realized instead that our paths would one day collide. Shaken awake violently from a nightmare that I thought would never end, my saviour has come thank you for rescuing me from myself, and making an effort to be my friend. I have emerged victorious from my self-imposed exile in a cage for my cocoon, with majesty, I spread my wings remarkably, and fly towards the moon. It illuminates me from the inside out, I glow with the intensity of a euphoric firefly, as I prostrate in gratitude from the bliss that has assisted me shed my previous skin, defiled by dreary doubts. Drowning in a wave of passion, my body shivers with positivity and joy, you are my addiction, and I will be your toy. Whip me, and restrain me, my agape has been deployed. It can only go up and get better from here, as you have pushed away the pain and alleviated all of my fears; wiped my tears of sadness and replaced them with celebratory cheers. Forever thine, forever mine, forever ours it will remain; elated that my heart, mind, body, and soul are in agreement once again.

Flight.

Serene, as the blues and aqua greens wash over me, cleansing my soul of toxicity. Your eyes have lit my path, and I am in the dark no more, relieved to finally be disassociated from wrath. I take your hand trustingly, knowing that like my shepherd you will not lead me asunder or astray. As certain as the sun, I know that you will rise in the east, and set in the west at the end of my days. A night spent with you is as surreal as Dali's dreams realized through art; your name now circulates with my blood throughout my body, continuously passing through my heart. On Noah's ark, you would have surely been the partner that made my pair complete, yours is the kind of beauty that could never become obsolete. The three wishes I had been granted need not be fulfilled now that you have arrived, conscious of you now, I wonder how prior to you I had ever survived. Alive, oxygen fills my lungs with a fervour that puts fire to shame; torrid and blazing as it lights me up, making me exclaim your name. Blood rushes to my head causing it to swell with desire, you will be the greatest victory once you are acquired. Trojan warriors could not claim to reap such luxurious spoils of war, your seductive lips and sensual kiss are further reasons why it is you that I adore. Captured in your web, you were the predator to my prey; the hunter became the hunted, making me feel as fragrant and desired as the most flowery bouquet. I close my eyes and envision you deep within my mind, and long to take away your blues, liberating you from the past in which you were once confined. My love is refined, sophistication and romance will fill the pages that align this chapter of our lives, I will let you come as long as you communicate to me when it is that you will arrive. My house is only a home when inhabited by the warmth of your demulcent touch against my skin, my decadence alleviated, I take you in my arms and hold you, as we create poignant melodies played upon our violins. You can play the innocent prisoner, as I pretend to be the jilted jailer jangling your freedom's keys; convince me to release you, charm and soothe me like the seven seas. Your radiance beguiles me, inveigles then obfuscates my sanity; you are the reason I smile from the inside out, my spirits lifted like the bourgeoisie. Like the finest champagne, your love bubbles inside my chest; no longer depressed, I can attest to the fact that I will be the one who will love you best. Amazed, I rock side to side in search of solace as if entranced and in a daze, you are the burning embers that caused the fire that has passionately set my insides ablaze. Spread your wings as we prepare to take flight and escape through a newly opened door; this one will surely lead to ecstasy galore as insanity does not live here anymore. Fly away with me, let us soar throughout the skies; thank you for quickly becoming another reason why the sun rises behind my eyes.

Bliss.

A weekend of ecstasy and sheer, unadulterated bliss sealed with the most sensuous, and seductive kiss. A kiss from a rose would not be as sweet, as laying in your arms and listening to your heartbeat. I thank the Gods above for leading me right to you, for taking away the blues, and allowing me to feel something so pure, and true. You have captured my heart, and my soul follows along; I cannot wait to collaborate with you to create the most beautiful songs. I yearn to show you that you can be happy, too, if you take my hand and follow me to a land where we can start anew. I will make you my prince and bestow you with endless love, just as long as you stay faithful and push never turns to shove. I refuse to accept all the things I would reject in the past. Lying and cheating will only make love grow old fast; with you, I long to do everything right. Undo the wrongs I have done, and finally take flight. With new eyes, and an updated perspective on life, I am able to realize that life does not need to be synonymous with strife. You have shown me that it goes on and gets better, when you are cold at night, my arms will be your sweater. Holding you and feeling your breath against my cheeks renewed me with a passion for life that will follow me for weeks. Enchanted, I am aglow at the thought of the adventures on which we will go; filled with excitement and frissons of awe, as I trace my finger along your jaw. I am certain that we will go together quite well, complement one another like the beast and Belle. Although we are both the beauties in this equation, an hour with you will surely become the most special occasion. You have chased away my sorrows and revived the laughter that once soothed my soul, I will wipe your tears in return, and give you my shoulders, always ready to console. Thank you for coming into my life at the most perfect time, so sublime as kissing you is the sweetest crime. I envision our future full of vibrancy and light, you are the kind knight that has helped me take flight. You have lit me on fire from the inside out, ablaze throughout my body and soul, without room for a single doubt. I will honour you and drown you in adoration and respect, just make sure you reciprocate and remain just as perfect. I guarantee you a lifetime of happiness, no more need to be burdened by tears, suspicions or fears; no magic tricks or lies, I am and will forever remain exactly as I appear.

Crossroads.

As one proverbial door closes, another opens and opportunistic me jumps at the chance. Fragments and remnants of memories of yesterday remain in my head where they passionately dance. They twirl, and swirl, painting my consciousness with colour, angst, and humour. My decision to walk away from you, and find myself was the best I have ever made and liberated me as you were my malignant tumour. I seethe as I breathe, piecing together the puzzles that were left unfinished as I work towards letting go of the past. I gain insight from my introspection, no longer focused on trying to outlast, but rather working on relinquishing my ego and getting over my obsession with what's reflected in my looking glass. The pills you gave me were the ones that made me feel so small, unlike Alice yours was not a Wonderland but rather a dystopia served to me from my own hands. The aftermath of you found me broken, and in shambles; I hope you understand that betting on you was just a gamble. It was a learning process that strengthened my confidence and ultimately my love for myself. I have finally removed the letters and the photographs of you and I that lined the pages of albums placed upon my shelf. The bitterness has ceased and I only wish you well, as the curse of your spell wears off, we can now disengage and dreamily dispel. I see myself through new eyes and recall all of the reasons that I have to smile; my talent, my wit, and intellect will surely collaborate to create a future that is fulfilling and worthwhile. The fragrance of familiarity has evacuated and been exorcised from my soul. Your voice which resonated throughout me like a bell is now obsolete as I have terminated its terrorizing toll. Forever and a day were over much faster than we assumed that they would be; I have locked my secrets deep within waiting for someone worthy enough to retrieve the key. I am tempted to refer to you as a mistake that I should never had made, but instead I comprehend that you were a lesson that I had to learn, prior to acquiring an upgrade. With you, I was buried alive and left for dead in a shallow grave, it took me so long but I mustered up the courage that I needed to escape being enslaved. In Purgatory I lay awake, wrestling with my sanity, and trying not to implode; when my restless feet rescued me leading me to my cure in the form of cryptic crossroads. Instead of the Hell you gave me, I opted out and began my ascent to paradise, feeling hopeful for the first time in years, I finally gave in and trusted in my own advice. I took the road less travelled and gained myself along the way, enriched by the lives that crossed my path, beautifying my life like the most bountiful, flowery bouquet. Birds of prey salivated as they saw my despair ridden body make its way through deserts filled with sand, yet I persevered against the vultures as my determination was my upper hand. Nobler than most kings, I am worth my weight in gold; my integrity makes others weak, my loyalty results in karmic retribution that returns twofold. I traded all that I was and lost it all to be a victim of your game. Smartened up, I am wiser now and held the extinguisher that doused our fickle, fair-weather flame. You played the martyr card and perfected the role that you were sadly born to play, which is why I have taken my life by the reins once again, abandoned your sinking ship and walked away. I wish you all the best and hope that one day you mature, learn to accept responsibility and you may eventually be more than just the flavour du jour. The serendipity of our meeting led me to evolve into a phoenix that arose from the depths of your fiery and suffocating destruction; it was the catalyst that I needed to fall in love with myself once again, I am the master of self-seduction. I am a better, stronger version of the little boy that blew your horn; I have removed the thorns you pricked me with, and I have finally been reborn.

My Same.

The similarities we share are too many to count on one hand, you are my same and it makes me want to hold your hand. I long to hold you in my arms, and never let go; as my future lights up, my heart is aglow. I realize now that life works in mysterious ways, I am filled with vibrancy today, although yesterday my world was coloured in greys. You have blindsided me and taken me by surprise, as I think of you, I feel the warmth of a million suns rise. Your voice puts me at ease and helps me sleep, washing away the tears, no longer compelled to weep. I yearn to feel the touch of your velvety skin against my own, it will soothe me like the wind and then carry me home. You have shown me that good things surely come to those who wait; I cannot wait to witness the beauty of the art that we collaborate to create. You whisper words of wisdom that fill my heart with peace, you have helped me fight my demons and provided a means for release. I want to take you by your arm and show you your beauty and worth; navigate the seas and visit every corner of the Earth. Capture me inside your net, I will be your butterfly; grey skies are going to clear up, so let me be your lullaby. I want to make you laugh and see your smile that lights up my eyes, get to know you from the inside out, and slowly help you remove your disguise. I am not like the other guys whose meagre attempts were solely motivated by personal gain, like the rain, I will cleanse your soul and help you feel whole again. I want to be the water that you bathe in, making you clean, and the vivacious energy you get whenever you drink caffeine. You have started to make life feel real, and like a conscious dream; no longer imprisoned by fascism nor its isolating regimes. I want to be the one you turn to when you are afraid or cold at night, and I promise I will do my best to be your kind and noble knight. For you, I will do it all; I will show you that you are a king. Just as long as you promise to do the same, I will give you my everything.

Something New.

A momentary lapse in judgment led me right into your arms, where I have found serenity as I become further beguiled by your charms. My intuition tells me to proceed with caution, or to prepare to be disarmed. Captured like a butterfly, you have caught me off guard. With hope in my heart, I pray that past patterns do not repeat again, for my heart is already scarred. I tread carefully trying to avoid awakening the sleeping sickness, that once made my house a home and then set it on fire, watching it burn into a smoky abyss. With God as my witness, I take my first steps as I am welcomed by your noble knights. Awed by the beauty that surrounds me and enamoured by its sights, I long to see my name lit up by your flashing lights. Precociously pleased by the notion that it could all be mine, as I hold your hand and make the move that will hopefully leave us entwined. With innocence in my eyes, my vulnerability seeps through my skin; you have warmed me with your sunrise, and soothed my soul like the wind. I take your hand and prepare to embark on what is surely to be the journey of a lifetime; just as long as you look into my eyes, and assure me that you will be mine. We can travel the world and sail the ocean blue, climb to the highest peaks together and take in the breathtaking views. I long to feel your heartbeat and synchronize it with my own, just as long as you promise to be the king that sits atop my throne. I will praise you as I shower you with my affection, protect you from harm and support you through rejections. I want to show you what it means to love and feel it in return, and then caress you as you feel the heat within that will flicker and sometimes burn. Like the Spanish Armada attempting to overthrow my queen, you have materialized from thin air, completely unforeseen. Unplanned yet wanted, you can haunt me and remain undaunted. I am now enchanted, and believe that since we have it, we should flaunt it. I swim against the waves, as I choose to dream whilst conscious; I know you will be good for me, and rarely ever noxious. My romanticism has taken flight and hit the ground running, in you, I see potential; you are incredibly stunning. Today I felt renewed, this is how it should have been for so long; I yearn to kiss your lips and dance with you one day to the beat of our own song. You have arrived at the most opportune time, like a gift from the Gods above, thank you for reminding me of my worth that I had lost sight of.

Sen5es.

Broken by the memories that haunt my conscious state, I curse the Gods in misery for my dreaded fate. I tried to grow, and be positive, but this love has only transformed into hate, you were sadly the one that I had mistaken for my soul's true mate. I yearn to feel your hands wrapped up in my own, and crave to feel the softness of your lips that so often reminded me of home. I long to smell the scent, the fragrance of your own cologne, and still desire to see the beauty and majesty that line the streets of Rome. I want to travel around the world with you and taste all of its exotic foods, I need to relive and hear the melody of our joyous étude. I wish upon the stars up high that one day we will see, the canals in Venice and then take the train to Germany. I can still taste you on my tongue although your memory is quickly fading away, please come back and fill my world with colour again; take away the greys. I feel the coarse and rough remorse that stabs me, jagged like the rocks that line the shore. I smell the ashes, and remnants of the fire that once burned between us, extinguished forevermore. I taste the bitterness of losing you that stings my mouth like citrus fruit, it's acidity is not good to me as I finally see that we were just not meant to be. I see you with him and I silently seethe, knowing that he could never fill even one of my shoes. How naive of him to think that he is adored and not just simply being used, I have paid my dues, and thus refuse to return to substance abuse. You were just my muse, a toy whenever I needed to play. Mark my words, that on this very day, I will never return to your symphony of fire and your desolate decay. From now on I will protect my heart with my head, instead of running and embracing the false notion of love with open arms. I will use my five senses to guide me through isolated moments where I am crawling in the dark, no longer a passenger on this toxic love's sinking ship, I have finally, and fortunately found the will to disembark. I count my blessings, not my losses of which you are surely one; the emptiness subsides and my self-respect and dignity have finally triumphed and won. I heard my conscience crying out, pleading for me to come to my senses; I listened for the first time, rebuilt my walls and regained my defences.

Macbeth.

Watch my handstands, take in my magic tricks, as you play your last hand, I am no longer transfixed. I stood idly by as you stole all my sheep, turned them into your own, and then resold them for dirt cheap. You sit on your throne, like the king that created change, yet you initiated nothing, you're only the king of all things deranged. I am a star in my very own right, I do not need to spread my wings in order to take flight. I was born to win, paid the cost to be the best. Watch my sun rise, and then set in the west. I am a sure thing, consistency resides within me, you are hit or miss, living in your world of childish self-pity. Your city's been conquered repeatedly like Bahrain, I made ruthlessness my friend stopping at no end to ensure the pain you inflicted would be felt by you again. Vindictive in my own right as I stripped you of your sight, made you crawl around in the dark, then ignited the spark that burned you alive like Joan of Arc. Your ship has sunk, it lays at the bottom of the sea, all of your belongings ruined for the pain that you've caused me. First to go was your confidence, which I toyed with on a daily basis, then your sanity which I defiled resulting in the most savage salacious stasis. I finished by ravaging your sense of goodness; gracious! All of this because you claimed to be the one, yet you still failed and left my puzzle undone. I climbed up your castle only to realize it was merely a well, confused the beauty within your eyes for Heaven when it was actually Hell. I toiled and troubled, double double, burned you like fire and made my cauldron bubble. You plagued my house and my mother's too, until you incited the anger that made me come looking for you. Like the running bulls of Spain, I chased you through your town, impaled you on my horns, and then I stole your crown. You cut like barbed wire, like a rose full of thorns, so I cut you with my words and made you regret that you were born. Like a child aborted within the first three months of its life, you were the cause for my sorrows, filled my world with strife. Under the sea, you failed to shock me like an electric eel, so I prodded you with my pitchfork for failing to entice me with your lack of sex appeal. How could you claim to be real when you were airbrushed and then retouched, I should have called your bluff, no longer in your clutch. You poisoned me with words, left me barren plus bare, ravaged my towns with your fiery infernos, tell me how am I supposed to breathe with no air? Your acidic assiduousness burned my eyes, like the web of lies you weaved; I was merely hypnotized. Like the theme of death in Macbeth, you reaped my soul without waiting for my last breath. Prematurely murdered by a mouse who claimed to be a man, wait for my return, I will regain control of this land. I am a king, I was made to rule the world, you are merely an oyster, obsolete, as you failed to deliver my pearl. Classy lady karma will surely have her way with you, so I will sit back, relax and kick back waiting for what's long overdue. Divine intervention will be the cause of your death, your face unrecognizable like a heavy user of crystal meth. I will surround myself, as I live a life filled with beauty; I am as sweet and fragrant as the most wonderful potpourri. Your services are no longer needed, so you have been given the pink slip, goodbye; I vow to never again kiss those lips that rarely soothed me like a lullaby. Over and done, I walk away from the remnants of your disaster, if you had listened to my words of wisdom, you would have realized I was the master. All that is left for you is buried six feet underground, lost but I was found but your fifteen minutes of lame are over, and your sailors have all drowned. You should have abandoned ship and perhaps your luck would have changed, now you walk the world alone, crazy and deranged. Grab a hold of the nearest person you can find, then you can take them down with you, let them drink of you like cheap wine. My work here is done, I can move on to higher pastures; I hope life gives you what you deserve in the sweet hereafter. Rest in pieces, not peace for the disarray you gave to me; the dissonance no longer triumphs. I am finally free.

Flawed Design.

Now that your cards have been dealt, I wish you well as I watch the acidic rain pour down on you as you painfully melt. Inspired although you left much to be desired, your layers peel away to reveal the ugliness of you that cut like barbed wire. Your time has run out along with your fifteen minutes of lame, you tried to play me but I beat you at your own foolish game. I have regained my strength and rebuilt the walls that you broke down; I have conquered armies and watched them fall only to re-earn my crown. Some say there is power in numbers but I learnt to stand and hold my own alone. I created a monster out of you, but just wait until you're punished when I return to my throne. You had me fooled as I believed I had caught a falling star, you were the weakest of my conquests and the easiest by far. I smile spitefully as I watch you lay blindly upon your bed of lies, feel renewed and splendid as you near your dear demise. What made you think that I was even in your league, how naive of you to assume I didn't see the tricks you hid inside your sleeve. I was born a winner, King Midas envied the way I made you feel like you were gold; now that I've gone away, you need to wake up and realize that you are as admired as the common cold. I could have given you the world and let you taste the finest wines, but instead you chose to betray me, you are a flawed design. At your age you have already reached the summit of your success, as my noblesse increases, respect my fragrant finesse. Bow down to me and lick my boots if you want to keep your head, I will terrorize your dreams and fill your thoughts with dread. Practice what you preach, accept that you are weak or prepare to meet your maker, learn to think before you speak. I will put you under the sea to let the pain of losing me sink in and set me free. Your ship's wrecked and twenty thousand leagues below, when I am done with you, you will join the ranks of all the other John Does. Train wreck in the making, I cannot wait for you to crash; I will laugh indulgently as I see you burn and turn to ash. Your plane falls from the sky as your parachute fails to deploy, you claimed to be a man but you were hardly even a boy. You blow up and explode like gasoline, you scarred my skin and made it scab, you were the worst gangrene. I abhor the way you seek pity and claim to play the martyr, always claiming to be the victim; wait in vain until the poison in your veins kicks in, and death's kiss leaves you feeling numb. I am on my way to the top, Everest and higher, my ambition will never stop. You on the other hand are no longer in demand, like a broken toy, you are obsolete as your wishes are no longer my command. Reap what you sow, as your cup overflows, you drink greedily of life and I hope you choke. You killed my honour and pillaged my town, tread with caution as I will surely knock you down. Drowned in a sea of your own self-pity, continue to wallow in your own misery while I attack your city. I will make you question your sanity and toy with your security, have you running for the hills and swallowing a plethora of pills. All of this because you reckoned with the wrong force, I will religiously riot and fill your life with remorse. I cleaned out our closets and locked all of our doors, you belong in the past just like the cold war. I am over and out, better than you until the bitter end, you were the most repugnant lover, and an even more vile friend. The stench of your decay fills the room and makes the wallpaper wilt, run and hide like the scared little child that you are, burdened by your guilt. With you I was entombed in a casket filled with eternal scorn, but now that you are gone, I can breathe again, revived as I have been reborn.

Antique.

The more volatile you were, the more I was drawn; if our love was Chess, I would have been your pawn. I craved your whips and your chains, wanted to refrain but the temptation of your poetic pain always overpowered my masochistic brain. I regressed the pain but it would just wash down and over me like acid rain. I thought you were the one but you were just spun. Like Rapunzel weaving endlessly, you toiled all night until you filled my heart with nothing but sheer, demonic fright. How audacious of you to accuse me of doing wrong, when you blackened my lips and burnt my soul with your thorny song. You will die alone, crying out in your sleep, once you realize your sadness is what you have reaped. Cry your crocodile tears, stop distracting me while I hold the steering wheel. Your meagre issues are tired and lame, cancelled my subscription so that I could remain ahead of the game. How dare you assume that I will pick up and resume, you have embarrassed me while making me even more unhappy. I refuse to compete with you for attention, as you provoke me further with your hidden agenda and dishonourable intentions. You claim to be from Beverly Hills yet you are filled with trash, less desirable than my cigarette's ash. Stop tricking yourself into thinking that I screwed it all up, just like an eternal pessimist, you prefer to see a half emptied cup. You drank all of it, fool then said you were drunk; go sit on the curb with the rest of yesterday's junk. No one will treat you like I dared to now, hurry up and consume the pain that your selfishness has sowed. Miserable and alone, atone for your sins, while I dreamily rid myself of you, much to your chagrin. I've emptied our accounts and sold all the cars, as you sit wistfully reminiscing of me in your meat market bars. You may think you are fresh meat in a room full of aged hams, yet your thoughts are hardly worth the screwed up credit, you were my exam. I passed with flying colours and rose to the top of my class, try to accept fault and not blame your sadness on tear gas. We could have been epic, I would have built you your own Taj Mahal; instead, you've left me breathless as I poke pins into your voodoo doll. The first pin goes into your eyes to help you see how you have maligned, the second into your heart so you can separate truth from art. The third and final needle will pierce your soul like knives, hoping to shed light on the way in which you will now be deprived. You lost the best to ever come your way, the one who would have held your hand and saved you from your self-inspired decay. I would have made you bloom like white roses in the fall, instead I have surrendered and watched my kings' men fall. Down came the horses and down came the dames, as they tried to put your life back together in vain. You are a piece of work destined to never change and bound to come crashing down like the depression era stock exchange. Like the emperor who donned his new robe in jest, watch and stubbornly refuse to accept it when I walk away like all the rest. One day, I hope that you will oblige and act your own age, as your immaturity repulsed me and filled me with rage. Cautiously, I tread away from your Neverland, I hope for your own sake that you eventually grow up and stop playing Peter Pan. I am no Tinkerbell so I bid you farewell, this toxic love was not enough as it burned my skin like the fiery pits of Hell. With my pitchfork I prod at you once more, hoping to show you why you are so deplored. Grim and evil I will remain; jaded, as bitterness adds to the insanity in my membrane. I crossed my heart and hoped to die after sticking needles in your eye that if this train comes off the track, then I would turn the page and never look back. Over and done, failure has won again, like the sand in Bahrain, I have slipped through your fingers like blood that coagulates in your veins. Serenity fills every cell and fibre of my being, as I have escaped from vile you, I should have seen that this was fleeting. Caught up in the rapture of my long awaited liberation, I fill with elation, as I light my match and throw it into your gasoline; you were the most unclean, and devoid of hygiene so I had no choice but to lean towards the obscene. Say hello to your destiny, filled to the brim with eternal damnation, as I slip away into the night, stay fascinated whilst on your permanent vacation. Death becomes you though it was a long time in the making, in the future please be more aware of whose heart it is that you're breaking. Cut along the dotted lines I drew onto your wrists, as you're body fills with boils, and the most wretched cysts. Goodbye, rest in piece, as I cock the gun that will seal your fate, you have a play date with your demise, you ingrate.

Galaxy.

A new sun dawns in my hazy morning sky, capturing my heart's song like the most precious lullaby. Your eyes speak volumes of the pain that you have endured, but I am here now so you can rest assured. I will take you in my arms and wipe away the tears, as I speak to you of visions I have of future years. We will hold one another's hand as we find the strength to proceed, thank you for showing me what it means to truly succeed. I crave your lips and your thoughts so profound whenever I am down, lost and then found, you have added spirit to my life's unoccupied ghost town. We can climb the highest mountains and sail the lonely seas, as you fill my head with stories whispered by your voice that is reminiscent of a summer's breeze. Intrigued to say the least, I feast upon you like the finest cuisines of the Middle East. Like frankincense and myrrh, you are the greatest gift of all; just promise me you will be there to catch me when I fall. I trust in you as I learn to walk on my own again, as we tell one another our dreams about how our meeting was preordained. Your symphonic melody soothed my soul like Bach's concertos for violin, hold me as I feel your rhythm underneath my skin. My heart beats in unison with yours, like the waves that ebb and flow serenely against the world's sandy shores. You are the only drug I will need from this day forth, my guiding star shining and leading me to salvation in the north. You have painted with vibrancy on the canvas of my life mixing blues, and greens and aquamarines to create the most perfect art. I know I have chosen correctly, I could tell from the start when your smile ignited the fire that now burns wildly within my heart. Yours until the sweet end, I cannot wait to grow old and grey with you, together we will surely transcend as we glisten in each other's eyes, like sweet morning dew. I feel enlightened for the first time in years, as I have realized that some things can be much more divine than the diamonds that already appear. You can fill my night skies with your starry eyes that fill me with wonder, you have put me back together, no longer scattered or asunder. Like thunder, my soul basks in your very essence, I turn the tide and thank the universe for this ethereal convalescence. The Princess Leia to my Luke, as these feelings are surely not just by fluke. Similar to me in every way, no room for opposites to repel in our case. You have freed my galaxy from the black hole that threatened to devour me, and beautified me in the process like the palms that align the Arabian Sea. I am your oyster as I wait anxiously to present you with my pearl; you can have all of me, everything, from my ocean's floor to the top of my world. Back to earth as I lay my head softly down to sleep, for once in my life I can proudly say that I have looked and liked what I've seen reflected back before taking a leap.

Last Train Home.

I ride the train home with my heart in my hand, knowing walking away is the right decision. You were a skilled surgeon, with the knife in your hand that broke my heart with your final incision. Naiveté led me to believe that you were the knight who would save my dreams, I assumed we were two peas in a pod as you used your charm to trick me into thinking we were a team. Misled again as the blood drained from my face, filling my journey with horror as I long for the pain to be replaced. I refuse to regress and return to past vices, although they are tempting, sobriety is more enticing. I want to be conscious as my soul cries out with pain, I yearn to feel the sorrow that washes over me like the rain. We could have conquered castles and taken over Rome, but instead I seek out my mother's hand, hoping to feel the comfort that is home. Unburdened of your child's play, colour no longer seems as bright; as the silent reverie I find in sleep veiled in the darkness that is night. I have lived throughout the worst but this cut feels the deepest, I used to be as noble as kings, my kingdom entirely elitist. My journey transpires into a mission that robs me of my reality, as I crawl into a ball unconcerned with our duality. Your eyes hypnotized me concealing the lies they hid within, as the smile falls off my face encasing me in a cloud of my own chagrin. The sun falls out of my sky accosting me for my neglect, as I have been stripped of my happiness as a result of your disrespect. In retrospect this is entirely of my own doing, as I attempt to remove the foot from my mouth, and realize its my own heart that I was chewing. Confusion creates chaos as it crawls upon my skin, ceasing celebrations, I can't stop my suffering. My journey home ends with clarity setting on the horizon, I prepare to disembark, older now as I hope that I have learned from this and finally wizened.

Phoenix.

Everything falls into place so perfectly, smoothing out my picture and providing serenity. Calm now that the storm has passed, collected as I realize that the days went by so fast. I am overcome with peace that washes over me in waves, forgiven of my sins my future has been saved. I have let go of the past that haunted me in my reverie, survived the fire like a phoenix rising from debris. I hold on tight to my security for it has taken so long to appear, as I count my blessings one more time, so thankful that I am no longer filled with fear. Destroyed in seconds was the notion of love that we were convinced was real, as I take a deep breath and listen to my heart and how it feels. I could no longer endure the pain of playing pretend in a glass house, I have emerged with strength as I transitioned into man from mouse. I no longer hide behind stories and lies, I have realized that the love I feel inside only needs to be reflected in my own eyes. I feel the warm summer rain as it cleanses my soul, nourishing me effortlessly, it has renewed me, making me feel whole. Caught up in the rapture of knowing I have prevailed, as I release each breath freely, no longer waiting to exhale. I see my worth for what it is, no longer self-conscious or insecure, my sense of self was jaded, embittered by your world so impure. I catch myself smiling knowing that I am safe plus sound, as I regain my balance and take flight, finally back on solid ground. My epiphany was revealed to me when I found the will to live again, the dopamine gone yet I still wanted to respect myself, and be my own best friend. Happiness comes from within and not from external sources, as I have surrendered to my hopefulness, as majestic and beautiful as white horses. Though lovers be lost, love shall not as it always finds its way back, my world has renewed with vibrancy and colour, no longer painted black. Rejoicing as I realize it could have been much worse, I have survived time after time, my good karma always reimbursed. I have taken flight as I now soar above the world so high, refusing to look back and only staying in the moment, I bid moments gone adieu and say goodbye.

Inception

Disguised in a coat of your own lies, the truth hides behind your eyes sending frissons of terror up and down my spine. From the moment you were mine, I knew something was off, as you lustfully electrocuted my heart and made me cough. The shock of finding you plotting my assassination made me lose my breath, you were my most fickle fascination. You pervaded my mind and rewired my brain, until I was morbidly mundane; it was not an admirable state, just heckled with habitual hate. I created a monster, you were my Frankenstein, as you ravaged my England with your flawed design. Lightning and thunder cowered in shame when you were around, as you reaped my soul and I was happily homeward bound. You were the thorn that cut my insides, filled my heart with bitterness then tossed me aside. You were the zit that refused to leave, as you weaved stories that you expected me to believe. Naive no more, I have walked out the door into a life of my own. I am the king now, you have been dethroned. Swallow your pride and prepare to be hung, my swan song is sung as I remove your tongue. You slandered my name and made me out to be the beast, you were hardly the beauty, nor were you the priest. Holier than thou until you realized your faults, reap what you sow or prepare for my acidulous assault. My massive attack will consist of missiles and blows, as you hoard all the cocaine that you can up your nose, ready yourself to be exposed. You were rarely the victim yet played the martyr card so well, for your lies and treachery, you will surely rot with the worst within the depths of Hell. Pray for your soul and repent your heavy sins, or watch idly by as I rebuild the wall in your personal Berlin. I will imprison you in a house built by your own shame, you should have run for the hills instead of trying to defeat me at my own game. Always lame, you rarely conquered, never came. Gather your senses or embrace my hits, as you will surely need them for this battle of wits. Your intellect failed to generate even the slightest response from me, you were insipid on your brightest day; the worst company. I regret that you were the one I picked, I should have been able to predict that you were entirely derelict. I abandoned your ship in the high seas, cut my losses finally, you were my disease. Freedom reigns as I have triumphed yet again, captured by rapture, no longer afraid or insane. The aftermath of us erupts with rancid puss, creating the worst chemical reaction to date, you were as deadly as phosphorus. Your cheating ways have expired along with your birthdays, it was more than necessary, your life in shambles, and total disarray. The next time you attempt to gain someone's trust, practice what you preach or prepare to spontaneously combust. The shock wave of our tsunami love has freed the inhabitants of the earth, liberating me in the process, I can finally see my worth. Your villainous vigour is now obsolete, cower in fear when you encounter me in the streets. Hatred filled every pore and fibre of my being, I have since gained the release that I needed, no longer in moments so fleeting. Cured of the cancer you conjured into my life, from the moment of inception, I knew you would cause me much strife. I stripped away your layers revealing the scared little boy that you really were, watched you fall apart with such haste as your pathetic life replayed before our eyes in a blur, what a waste. You were the misconception that I needed to understand, your deception was unwelcome so I took a stand. Karma will surely teach you the lesson you need to learn, refusing to add fuel to the fire, I choose to remain noble, satisfied that you will surely burn.

Istanbul

Enchanted once again as my heart skips a beat, you have filled me with such wonder that I have no words left to speak. Intrigued in every way as you have brightened my days, filled my nights with light and charmed me as sweetly as classical ballet. I gaze into your eyes and catch glimpse of the stars, reassuring me that happiness is not too distant, you can be my Spanish guitar. With your body and my bow, we will play the most beautiful music known to man, it will resonate throughout the world and settle amongst the cherry trees that line the streets in Japan. Your intellect astounds me making me hunger for your lips, I will devour you ravenously like an ethereal eclipse. You are my biggest aphrodisiac, chocolate pales in comparison to you. You will surely be my best muse as you have made me feel renewed. Your aroma fills me with peace like a Turkish café, reassured as I am certain that you will always meet me halfway. I bask in your company as if it were the sun, you have made me fall quite quickly, your predecessors have all been outdone. Our lives collided with good reason, I long to be transformed. You soothed my soul immediately, you are the anticipated calm after my life's storm. Enamoured by your touch, your caresses make me weak, my attraction to you increases tenfold whenever I admire your physique. My heart on my sleeve has made me wiser, although it has also caused me much pain. I know that you are different though, refined like the finest champagne. I am filled with excitement to see what the future has in store for us, you have made me feel understood and serendipitous. Majestic like the blue mosque in Istanbul, I feel optimistic once again; you are welcome to drink freely of my cup that is half full, I have made it through the rain. The smile on my face complies with the smile in my heart, you are the perfection that I craved, enriching me like the finest art. Time slips through my fingers like the softest grains of sand, as I attempt to find the words to express that all I want is to simply hold your hand.

Lonely You.

I want to crack your bones and make you a stew, full of ingredients that collaborate to create poor, pathetic you. One spoon of ignorance to represent your mind, always stubbornly refusing to see that you are hardly one of a kind. A dash of lies to symbolize your worth, you are a waste of breathing air that defiles this Earth. Two cups of delusion to add fire to the flame, you should be ashamed for always pointing the finger and never accepting the blame. A recipe for disaster of epic proportions, your traumatic design should have been aborted. I am liberated and devoid of your pubescent games, I will surpass your place in life, as you die alone muttering my name. You are the most pathetic of God's creatures in this land, even more so than insects in the sand. I abhor you for seeking pity from others without ever admitting your own faults, you slander my good name like I am the wound, while you are simply made of salt. A curse upon your house that I strive to one day blow down, like a king, you act entitled to the world when you fail to see that you are devoid of a crown. When it all falls down and you mature, becoming self-aware, you will yearn for forgiveness as you seek out your friends, and be clueless when there's nobody there. The Earth cries to purge itself of infantile men like you, as you sting the eyes of women and children alike, similar to a cheap shampoo. I should have been wise enough to flee when I saw the red flags, better late than never, life with you was such a drag. All cried out now, I march onward to the promised land, your magic has run out and your wish is no longer my command. Continue to fill your cup with greed as it overflows, I naively dared to kiss your thorny lips, had you mistaken for a rose. You have ripped my heart out of my chest, yet I still rise above, a heart jaded by your jest is unnecessary in matters of real love. Oppressed by your own quest, you will always falter, you are the opposite of blessed, and will remain so until you alter. I was addicted to your drug until I realized that it was the cause for my disease, all of your wrongdoings will come back to you, and not in twos but threes. You will die a miserable death alone atop your bed of money, as my own will resonate throughout the world because I am as sweet as honey. You failed to be a man and instead emerged from your hole as a mouse, catch fire and take flame in your glass house that stubbornness has doused. I cringe at the thought of encountering you again, I would much rather plunge from the sky and drown, coffined within a plane. Your emptiness astounds me to this very day, I should have known your head was hollow when I realized your life was in disarray. Caged within the darkness caused by your own introversion, you need to be re-socialized for you were my most profound perversion. No more wasting my time with you, I will swallow my food from now on, before I bite off more than I can chew. I used your abuse as a catalyst for my own personal growth, under oath now as I admit that I was the water that kept us both afloat. Shameless in your selfishness, shallow waters will surely shut you down. As I walk away from your malodorous stench, my smile returns to stay, no longer a faithful frown. You were the decay that was always reminiscent of the most repugnant landfills, the murderer of my marine life, you were my oil spill. I am forever through with your disgusting deprecation, search for me and you will find a sign informing you of my valiantly eternal vacation. Rescued from the deathlike future I would have shared with you, I tie my laces, regain my composure and bid your lonely world adieu.

Brand New.

Your beautiful grey eyes washed away my blues, as I longed to take your hand and follow you into a world devoid of taboo. No lies, just the truth, as you kissed away the pain and rekindled my youth. I yearn to live to see the day when I will have you in my arms to hold, hopelessly entranced by your touch that makes me feel like gold. You have rescued my heart from the pain it has endured, freed me from the cancer like the long awaited cure. You were the answer to my prayers, as you cleared the cobwebs from my head and saved me from the dreadful despair. With you I can imagine a future filled with light, as my inner voice resonates throughout me assured that you will keep me warm on lonely nights. Your voice filled me with reason, washing over me in waves, you added summer to my season, it is your lips that I desperately crave. I am addicted to your fragrance, wanting to bathe in the scent of you. You have lifted my spirits, and made me feel renewed. Your beauty is paralysing and still it makes me want to move, as I remove the stone that weighs down my heart, ambitious to improve. I want to know you inside and out, intrigued from the start, you were the water that nourished me and freed me from the desolate drought. You are but a mystery to me that I desire to solve, as I am certain that the solution will help me internally evolve. You can be my Italian prince as I give you nothing short of my world; I feel relieved now that you are here, as I am the oyster and you are my pearl. No longer enraged or haunted by ghosts from the past, I cannot wait to take you in my arms, as I know this feeling inside will surely last.

Carnage

You ate my skin, devoured my brain, lied to my face and then left me out to rot in the acid rain. You victimized me like my own personal Hannibal Lecter, as you were the most skilled and captivating soul collector. You ravaged my city, and pillaged my town, raped all its women and then left me to drown. The seas swallow me whole adding to my rage, as I contemplate the ways in which I will rampage. I will run through your neighbourhood with your head on my sword, valiantly display my triumph, your blood was my reward. I feel like I have won an academy award, as my honour feels restored after being ignored for far too long. My swan song includes some ammunition for the way you wasted my time, in my prime, it is easy to see that you were the lime, that soured my art and silenced me, like a mime. I have raided your cupboards and left you barren plus bare, the next time you search for me, I will not be there. Forever disconnected from your infantile ways, better late than never to avoid the destined decay. You would have poisoned my sun, and made it fall from its sky, robbed my rainbows of colour, and blackened my eyes. The very thought of spending a lifetime with you conjures up images of suicide, and nothing but the blues. I thank God every day for giving me the strength to escape, from the nightmare of you that began to slowly take shape. You would control my dreams and my reality too, burning my skin like an infected tattoo. I had to rid myself of you in order to find myself again, I have made it through the rain as it cleansed my veins and washed away the pain. Your illegalities were many as you claimed to be the best, but in retrospect your daily bread was much too difficult to digest. I attempted to eat of you hungrily but only choked on all your lies, you were cunning beyond your years, I should have seen through your uninspired disguise. The sun sets in the west as hatred rises in my heart, waiting to see you again so I can cut you open with my anger and then tear your life apart. You will no longer claim to be the victim and finally accept the blame, for all the hours you spun your wicked webs of deceit and for all the tedious games. You thought you could outsmart me, but it was my finger that I had you wrapped around. Here is my cookbook of anarchy, nobody cares when the tears of a clown fall down. Liberated again, I count my blessings as I celebrate with champagne. I can smell the flowers that beautify the world, as my efforts have resulted in the production of a pearl. I was an oyster lonely living at the bottom of the sea, now I swim at the top while people stare in awe, wishing to capture photographs of my beauty. You will forever burn with envy for the man that I become, as I find my loving and my heart, the void of you is merely numbed. Cry your crocodile tears for the rest of your dreary days of desperation, as I appreciate with value, quickly becoming the object of global admiration. You will be permanently enslaved to money and your mother, Freud was right when it came to you. I will travel the world in the arms of another, painting the world with vibrancy in all its hues. Welcome to the end, your life failed to compute, your heart will never mend, you were my most trivial pursuit. Carnage was the cause for your eternal damnation, rot in Hell with your thoughts of gloom, you are the manifestation of my hostile indignation.

Rest in Pieces

Rage washes over me as I become more aware of all the ways in which your pathetic indolence filled my life with sheer despair. Torn into pieces, I adorned myself with scorn and began to contemplate ways to make you wish you had never been born. I will poke and prod at you with my demonic pitchfork, until your walls fall down like mass destruction in New York. The audacity you had to lecture me as you remained, in your glass house so picture perfect, yet full of disdain, was enough to infuriate me further, like the bulls in Spain. I see nothing but red hoping to shed, the blood that you owe me for the years you stole from me. I could instead be the better person and pick up and resume, but the violence within me seethes, threatening to consume me whole. Like those imprisoned without parole, you were the weakest link within my chain so I had to set you free, until it became apparent that you were pathetically dependent on me. You claimed that you were stronger and that you had rose above, but all you ever wanted was to be in love. I have my friends, family and confidence to spare, while you just have your money, permanently aware that nobody else is there. Fill your voids with selfishness and greed, until you realize that you were misled by your definition of what it means to truly succeed. Eat up my security and drink deeply of my self-esteem, I paid the cost already and now refuse to remain within your pathetic and lonely regime. Impossible is now possible without you breathing down my neck, step to the side and reflect on all the ways your own ego led to your train wreck. Like a princess toiling endlessly to spin straw into gold, the way you coveted material things endlessly is what resulted in your face that looks so old. This is not about you being way too short for me, but instead it has more to do with all the ways you made me unhappy. I could count them on my fingers but I do not have enough to spare, to compile lists of all the ways you made me choke on your arrogant air. Devoid of flair, your future bursts into flames as you realize with further clarity that it was always you my eyes despised. You might think that you are a prize, but the kind the recipient would always try to give away, as you poisoned me with your stupidity and yet, you still somehow expected me to stay. I am over, done and through as I allow my newfound strength to process and think it might seem too good to be true. A world, a life, a story without you would take away the pain and wash away the blues. Your emptiness was the death of me, but I have been reborn; revived by my own desire to stay alive, no longer around to remain enslaved by your treacherous thorns. You lied and made it same like you were relatively sane, yet all you wanted from me was to listen to you endlessly, as you insufferably complained. I am over and done, as I walk away from your insipid smoking gun; the echo of the shots that killed the sheriff still remain, purifying me as I slip away from you, and ultimately, everything mundane. You were the cancer that ravaged my brain and the poison that lingered throughout my veins; the hatred that consumes me desperately, hungry like the poor, and you were the final frontier of my attraction to all things immature. Rest in pieces.

Confusion

The chaos of confusion creates conflict within my mind, as I crawl through the dark searching for a cure to the cancer that has left me blind. Through dimly lit eyes, the uncertainty of us magnifies, blurring the lines between the truth and then the lies. I cannot breathe, nor can I eat although I am starved for clarity, yet full from deceit. I attempt to live in the moment and take each day in stride, but the very thought of us makes me want to run away and hide. There used to be a time when it always rang true, that you were the answer, and I was the clue. Since then it seems, I have been living through a dream, carelessly coursing through the world hoping to find a conscious stream. The promises we made were unjust and impossible to keep, and despite it all, we still failed to look before we leaped. You were the ink that helped me write my prose, even though I pricked your lips like a kiss from a wretched rose. The canvas of my life bleeds with devastating anarchy, manipulating my senses as it infects my potpourri. My insides ravaged like cities torn apart by storms, as I try to maintain my creativity in respect to our art form. I am self aware as I know exactly what I need to do in theory, but in practice my heart cowers in fear, assuming the worst and that the future will only be dreary. I could risk it all to be with you again, if only the spark would return accompanied by enlightenment and zen. I can no longer remain a slave to the doubt that wracks my brain, feeding on it as freely as an alcoholic indulges in champagne. To leave and separate from you would mean starting anew, whilst disregarding the love that we have managed to accrue. I have suffered enough and paid my dues for the crimes committed by me and by you. I painted a new world with stars that shone so brightly as a substitute for the past that evolved into something haunting and unsightly. I erased my mistakes, corrected them too in the hopes that one day I would feel adequate to you. Stability steered our ship that sank in shallow waters, as we proved to be much too unstable to survive, I was the sheep that you were forced to slaughter. You reloaded your gun and prepared to shoot the bullet that would end my life, as I took my last breath and muttered a prayer, relieved that I had lived to see the end to all our strife. The never ending white light at the end of my tunnel calls to me as I dance closer with childlike curiosity, I will remain with you in spirit and in heart, you are forgiven for your discrepancies, as I harbour no animosity. Confusion no longer knocks at my door taking with it the clouds that filled my coffee, I can see clearly now that you were the song that was meant to kill me softly. Our flowers grew in concrete left unnourished in the sun, there is no turning back now, the damage we did can never be undone. A prelude to our demise, we disguised the way we felt inside, only to feign surprise once it was time to say our final goodbyes. Failure washes over me, renewing my spirit as I accept that I have lost; I paid the cost of losing you, as I bask in the heat for the last time and allow my cold heart to defrost. Disengaged, as I worked through the pain, assuming responsibility for my misdoings as I did the right thing and accepted the blame. It's not too late for fate to take the reins, I was destined for greatness, and not the mundane. Silence soothes my skin as I smile for the first time in years, as I have learned my most valuable lesson to date and see that not everything is as enchanting as it necessarily appears.

Euphoria

Once upon a time your love made me feel the most sublime, you added spice to my life, just like cinnamon and thyme. Your kiss was the conviction and the cause of our carnal crimes, and yet the passion still dried out like dust defiled grime. And somehow I still believe in your kind eyes as I stare to the skies and pray for a reprise. Like a derailed train, our future flew off the tracks, waiting in vain, I hope we can collaborate and bring our love back. Disenchanted as I no longer see through a rose coloured view, communication was the dragon that we failed to slew. My strength was not enough to remove the sword from your heart, and as a result we were forced to interrupt our story as we slowly grew apart. I take comfort in wishing on stars with childlike innocence wondering where you are, hopeful that you will return and be the lighter to my cigar. With each inhale, I will breathe you in, letting you soak into my skin; my lungs will fill with your nicotine, as I become reacquainted with the effect of your caffeine. You surrounded my castle and tore down my walls just like in a fairy tale, as happiness resonated throughout me, you were my nightingale. Your songs would soothe my soul like the ocean's waves, intoxicating me deeper with each whispered word, I used to be so brave. Independent once, I somehow began to rely on you with faith so blind, my vision has since cleared and I now realize that I was carelessly confined. Imprisoned of my own volition as I solely defined myself as your maleficent mate, I grieved for the loss of my identity and filled my world with hate. Anger consumed me wholeheartedly increasing with each new day, inciting me further as I saw my world for what it was and deplored its disarray. My cuts and battle scars are much deeper than they seemed, as I foolishly failed to see that this was a far cry from a dream. Disinfected now, I can finally breathe; wait for my name in lights until you decide that it is time to seethe. Our picture perfect romance was soiled by your crimson kiss, your wicked world will never be the same once you begin to reminisce. I have pricked my finger for the last time on love's lascivious loom, then prepared for an eternity of slumber with flashes of gloom. The universe wistfully weeps for what the future had in store for you and I, as the sun sets sleepily in Shanghai. The euphoria we once shared disappeared into the night, revealing to me that only true love's kiss could have helped me reach new heights. Over now, I pick up the pieces of our puzzle left undone, our epic chronicle ended before it had even begun.

Love is Pain

Legendary lilac love's lullabies lament lasciviously lacerating lessons learned long ago, lackadaisical lack of depth laboriously led to the loss of ladylove.

Overzealous omnipotence obscures others' options of overcoming odds, your obese objectification once obligable obliterated our obsessions, occulting obsoleteness.

Vindictively vindicating vapid venom vehemently veered via voluptuous vengefulness, vaguely vaccinating villains and heroes like the Valkyrie.

Eager endeavours earnestly entertained, eternally everlasting evil exuded externally erasing excitement exponentially everyday.

Ignorance induced into increasingly ignominious incompetence instead of idealistic inheritances, in your eyes iodine irrigated irreverently invoking the invited invisibility of me.

Sensually slaking stupor's selfish self-concerning scandals, storybook enchantment seductively slew your self-righteousness asunder.

Proprietary presumptions prevailed, proving petulant precociousness preyed upon your Palestine, painfully prescribing poison that was prone to parliamentarian partiality.

Arrogance always achingly altered your autonomy, angering angels and archenemies alike, auburn austere artistry assumed your aura would achieve applause, and not abomination ad nauseum.

Imagination involuntarily improved interpersonal interactions, ignoring irreconcilable differences in identities; irrationality increased irritability until it was intertwined with indifference.

Negligence narcoleptic nuances needlessly non-fulfilled the necessities of nostalgic nations and their naivety, never again will I allow nonentities to narcissistically nurture my Narnia's noble narrative.

Evanescence

Your emancipating evanescence hit me on my way out the door, as our bodies separated, love don't live here anymore. We failed to communicate our needs until we could no longer see eye to eye; your water that once nourished me is poison now and has run dry. We tried so hard to make it, as we held on tightly to one another's hand. Naivety was our downfall, as we refused to accept that our love had become a no man's land. Desolately isolated, barren like the deserts although our hearts were as frozen as the Arctic cold. Our love was replaced with the wickedest hate, as you carved a hole in my heart and desecrated my psychological state. You satisfied your hunger for pain as you tore up my insides like acid rain. This deluded distance dances drearily drinking me in, as I try to push you further away to stop the pain that I am in. I crystallize with fear, as my diamond eyes help me to see clear. I realize that you wanted to be my rock while turning everyone else to stone. You wanted to keep me behind lock and key, will your regime ever be overthrown? You ruled like a tyrant, tainting towns with your twisted smile. Your villainous vehicle vehemently vexes me with its vile vapour, I am made of stars but you recycled me like paper. You rearranged me, made me believe my mind was in shambles while my heart was on my sleeve. I gracefully grieve for your loss, even though your misrepresentation prevented me from seeing through your pretty gloss. My heartbreak stained eyes cried through the lonely nights as I dazedly dreamed that you would undo your wrongs and make things right. Running resentfully through the streets that have no names, I have tired of your games and watched the house that I grew up in burst into flame. All that was once familiar seems brand new and artificial, as your love has scarred my skin and made me solely superficial. I held on to your every word, like a newborn child until I choked on the glitter that I swallowed and knew that I had been tricked and was just beguiled. Like a carousel, you turned me around in circles until I had lost my way; you blackened my teeth then rot my breath like gangrenous decay. Overwhelmed, as you throw me overboard. I falter, ready to drown but find the strength to find my life's support. Unburdened of you, I can now resplendently report that I no longer feel like my life has been cut short. You have been deported, ceased to exist like an obscure trend, while I will blossom in my own right as I pretend that you were never my best friend. I have scaled the ladder that led from you to here, and said goodbye to the wasted wanton, yet wistful years. Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend, there will never be another who will be able to replace you, but always others that proceed you who will help me to transcend.

Rabbit Hole

I was crawling through the dark but you made me believe I was fumbling towards ecstasy. Your rabbit hole enchanted me and then it got the best of me. I should have chosen simplicity instead of living lavishly. You copied, pasted and cut out my heart, then let the vultures ravage me. You burned me at the stake, ending your witch hunt with my body in flames, refused to allow me a defence as the fire spit at you and called you names. Was I really so blinded by love that I still suffer in your absence? I was the incense that made you feel zen when all you could do was think in dollars in cents. You are the reason why I have built walls that touch the sky, they protect me from the hurt in this world, and all that could go awry. I cried for days and until it seemed like there would be no end in sight, you stripped me of my sunlight and forced me to embrace the night. I would rather be alone than feel lonely in your arms, instead of providing me with shelter, you filled my world with harm. Filleted like a fish, you hung me out to dry as you pushed a hook through my lips and made me bleed. I did handstands for you, back flips too yet you refused to notice or even take heed, as you ignored my feats and opted to stay motivated by your own greed. I am more than just an option, i deserve no less than the best. You were the object of my desire, you could have been my moon and my stars. I was just the toy you had acquired, you viewed me in the same regard as cheap wine and cigars. You smoked me until my lungs were weak and blackened by your nicotine, doused me in gasoline then winced at my arrival, just like the black queen. My dreams have erupted, as they lay in the volcanic ash of your negligence. I was often mistreated and made to feel like I was a personal expense. You crucified me like the Christ, and hung me from my wrists, as I came closer to accepting reality and realized that a love like this could not exist. I became my biggest foe, battling for hours internally, questioning whether to stay or go. You tainted my water, and pillaged my home; slaughtered my sheep and crushed my bones. I was your whipping boy as I accepted each blow with a smile, you have jaded my artistry and made a mockery of my art. I am hopeful and hostile as I hereby declare that you have devastated my heart, eternally damned and ruined for future lovers that are tempted to taste my tarts. I am the queen of hearts as I demand your decapitation, look forward to your annihilation as I determinedly dance towards my transformation. I will be the brightest star that lights up your sky at night, I will be the bluest, most bold butterfly that haunts your dreams and fills your world with fright. I will be the wildfire that jumps at you and burns you ignited by your own contrite, and I will be the knight that refuses to save you, and lets you drown to my heart's delight. Through the storm, I found the strength to live a life of solitude without you by my side. As the waves subside, I realize that I have managed to maintain my honour and my pride. Somehow you had the audacity to cheat, and by taking you back, I denied myself of life, our love was the double sided knife I needed to accept that you were not worth the wait. Your misrepresentation and false advertisement only led me to believe that I was naive, you desecrated me after tempting to eat your apple, just like you were the Eden to my Eve. My soul will repent and feel remorse until it is spent, but until then, I will watch from the top with wicked, villainous lust as you fall further to your disastrous, self-imposed descent.

Dope Show

Sleep eludes me as I sit and think of new ways to forget your name. The days blur into one, oblique and grey while our last memories catch fire and slowly take flame. I can recall the time when your name tasted sweet, melting on my tongue as I floated dazed throughout the streets. I silently assuage my hunger as I plunder the world in search of another lover with whom I can share the benefits of being love's elite. Discreetly, I tear out the pages of my memoir that alluded to the years I spent pretending that you made me feel complete. Our tenure expired as we came to terms and realized one another's services were no longer required. Undesired, our unkempt entreaty rarely felt Heaven sent. Unburdened of your ignorance, I can see land in the distance and know my salvation has come. Like spiced rum that I need to abstain from, I can no longer slake my thirst whilst playing make believe and falsely agreeing that you were the one that loved me first. The eye of the storm has passed and through the worst, my star bursts creating a cacophony of beauty that beams in your night sky. I sit and I patiently observe my fasts as I wait for my wings, once again, and prepare myself to fly. I take life's reins into my hands, denying you the control that you would demand and reroute my plans to find success and triumph in Cannes or some other land. The grapes of my wrath have disappeared, replaced by a calm, collectedness that soothes my soul like the summer breeze that whispers words of wisdom into my ears, obliterating the fears that barraged the world with hurricanes of tears. My final act called for humility, as I accepted that alas it is always better to have loved and lost. I undo the shackles that bound me to you, the ones that made me vulnerable, then vain like a power hungry boss. Momentarily derailed, my train stops to refuel as I gather my wits amidst the damage and destruction of a love that failed to make me commit. I reach out and touch faith, finding myself with each new step taken in a direction that leads me closer to my dreams. No longer afraid of failure or your demonic regime, I relinquish my ego and let my softer side take control. Silently serene as I am free from enduring the intricacies of your extremes, liberated from the imprisonment of my bones. You caged my heart in your ribs, enraging me at the scent of your cologne. I have been granted a second chance at life, pardoned of my sins and strife. Degraded, your show ends as a lonely masquerade, while my crusade continues, ensuring my reign, no longer afraid. We could have been so good together and enjoyed the beautiful weather, as we gazed into one another's eyes. Instead I realized I had to let go as our love was not quid pro quo; it had grown obscure as it refused to function anymore. As our battles continued, and arguments transitioned into resorted blows, I ran; never wanting to look back at the something from nothing jungle that now grows where we acted out our personal dope show. I am a star in my own right, you are damaged goods, baggage strewn across your floors as if from dynamite. I have escaped from your Alcatraz, as I poignantly create the most melodious jazz. Solo now, I hope you reap what you had sowed. I disavow your existence as I take my final bow. The curtains close on my victorious face, the love I had for you has since been long replaced by the greatest love of all; my own self love, which I have happily embraced. Defaced, I take your pictures out of their frames. Maimed, you were the least skill provoking Chess game that I ever played. I plunge deeper into loathing and pitying your smile, your style contrived as I was the one that made you so versatile. I have turned a new leaf, you are just a strand of grass. Please do not harass my reverie, let me dream and sleep in peace as you come to terms with and learn to accept the painful concept of being surpassed. Like the rose that grew from concrete, our parting was sorrowfully bittersweet, your disdainful deceit so indiscreet guaranteed that our song would never play again nor could it ever repeat. You have been the victim of my chaotic smile, anarchy has come, yet you feign ignorance and surprise upon witnessing that I am hostile. I gave you all of me, monogamously, you should have had faith in me until the end. Watch as we wither away, wilting like the money that you refuse to relieve from your clammy hands to spend. Short circuited love has electrocuted my soul for good, my name has been tarnished by your residue. My legacy will always be misunderstood, not because of the poison you instill in others' minds, but because of the venom that hides within the kiss that you imbue. Swallow me then spit me out, I devoutly shout from the mountain tops, wanting it to be known that you were the ether that dyed my soul black. You poured gasoline into my heart as I realized that you were the gift that I should have given back. As we depart, it becomes clearer with each pained breath that I take, my greatest mistake was falling for your heartbreak love right from the start.

Goodbye

Persistence is futile if it never pays off, like a bad cough, failure never seems to disappear. Through the tears, I realize that the damage is already done. I forgot to look out for number one once again, then let my guard down only to be left out in the rain. You hung me out to dry without the slightest bit of respect, I should have been more guarded, in retrospect. If I had protected my emotions, it could have been perfect. I wore my heart upon my sleeve, naive from the start and got tangled in the web of lies that you weaved. I hold the short end of the stick in my star-crossed lover hands, I chose to be stupid and give into your demands. Like a pregnancy unplanned, you blessed me with your kiss and then slipped through my fingers like sand. Your salacious spider bite filled my wicked veins with venom, I thought your skin was soft like fleece until it burned me and I realized that it was denim. I should have seen through your disguise when you cut me with your cowardice. The ultimate wolf in sheep's clothing, you have become the victim of my spontaneous self-loathing. The stench of dated desperation lingers in the air, as I toss and turn throughout the night and wonder how my soul has become so bare. I grin and bear it as I stridently strive to reach new heights, yet the desire to be wanted remains the sole uplifting force that flies my kite. I persevered like the nomads that travel the deserts full of heat, only to be objectified again and treated like a piece of meat. I choose solitude even if it comes with a hefty price, I will retrain my lungs to breathe for themselves, no longer in need of your support nor your halfhearted advice. I relinquish my ego here and now, you can have what's left of me. Like the gypsies that wander the world, travelling so free; I will set out in search of my soul on the shores of the Adriatic Sea. Once I have arrived, you will see the beauty that you lost. Deprived of sustenance, you will see that you have crossed the wrong path. My burning wrath has wreaked havoc on many a soul before. You could have reaped the benefits of my olive tree but instead you opted to make me your whore. Used and abused but I have no bruises to show, although I might be singing the blues. You have broken me, but I am as resilient as they come, I will numb my heart and soul, refusing to beat my own drum. You will cower in fear once you succumb to the pressures of society; I am the alpha and omega, the highest deity. I will make you regret your disrespect as I bestow you with my pity, my integrity in tact, I will control cities. Through this whole trivial ordeal, I have learnt to conceal my remorse. As I finally take my place and prepare to fly from a wasted opportunity gone awry. I steal one last glance into your deceitful eyes, and there resides the strength needed to say my final goodbye.