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