Wasted.

One last look at you, as my face filled with disgust; your pathetic lust, and inability to be alone, turned your body into rust. You feign happiness, as you walk around acting oblivious, ignorant, and hideous, yet you're really not all that mysterious. To the untrained eye, you may seem like a prize, but intelligent minds can see that you are really just disguised. Like the beast in beauty's clothing, your packaging was more appealing than your fruit. If you dare to look this way one more time, you will surely get the boot from my abundant loot. Concealed within a web of lies, you naively assumed that happiness could only come from another's eyes. Rotten, barren, and bare, your skin will one day hang from your bones like your mother's stringy, foul-smelling hair. Pull out a chair, and watch me some more, as you emulate my persona, until you cannot find yourself anymore. You may think you have it all, and that the wonders of the world reside within you, but your walls will surely fall, revealing the ingredients that collaborate to create your toxic stew. Completely devoid of self-awareness, your kisses stung like acid, as your breath reeked of piss. You were an animal in your own right, white trash at its very best, once undressed, you failed to pass the dick test, as I laughed at your jaded jest. On your quest, you failed to find the security within yourself to be with anyone you considered on your level, dishevelled and horrendous were the suitors in your lineup that you had managed to bedevil. Yet then I came along, like the sweetest rose you had ever smelled; in the wrong, you threw your hangups out the window as I joined the rest and gave you Hell. Berated you for your stupidity, and lack of confidence; insecurity lined the streets of your city, and prevented you from being anybody's prince. Tsunamis will wash away the likes of you, flooding over you, and giving you a rinse; you can trick yourself into believing whatever you want, yet the rest of the world still remains unconvinced. Die a death of dreariness, doused in disdain, and decay; you were the weakest link to date, as you cried endlessly, and turned my love to hate. You are a wasted, ungrateful little schmuck, be appreciative that you got to taste this, you dirty little fuck. Rest in pieces with your weaklings, enjoy the life that left you long ago. Devoid of you my world is full of wonder, and excitement, and once again my future is aglow.