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.