Chaos.

Your chaos had a melody, that I danced to all day long. The trauma of your design was enough for me to consider losing it all. The recipe of your disaster was the most beautiful song, as I tried to paint with vibrancy to avoid any further falls. The anarchy of your leadership started to flood our town, it took years for me to realize that you would always let me down. Unreliable until the end, I was merely drawn to your disarray; broken now, our looking glass had started to rust, and then decay. Selfish to your core, you were spoiled rotten long before we met, you faltered many times as I forgave countless more, and somehow managed also to forget. You coloured my world with the chaos of your trouble, watched me twist, and turn to your love as my fears ebbed to the surface, and then quickly began to boil, and bubble. Hotter by the second, our saga began too fast, as we raced to reach the finish line, only to lose it all and place dead last. Was it the sorrow behind my smile that our judges saw that made them recoil? Or was it the hostile way in which you led me to my demise; we never mixed, you were the water to my oil. The ingredients of us, devoid of trust, would never have allowed us to reap the fruits of our labour, as we peeled away the superficial layers, it was only evident that we would never be neighbours. So take back your crocodile tears that were as real as you are vain, take back your forced umbrella love, I have always been better off in the rain. Return the efforts, promises that I made that were wasted on you because I was afraid. Now that I have taken the last step to burying your name, I grab ahold of the reins, and with new eyes, new life is breathed into me as I watch you circle the drain.