Infidelity.

Crimson red bloodshed crimes against the love you claimed that you would feel until the day that you were dead. Body bag black as I have suffered my final heart attack at the lack of courtesy you showed as you twisted the knife that you had already driven into my burned back. Coffee stained teeth from hours of counseling, actively seeking the support of friends in the hopes that my bleeding heart would one day mend. Clear as the tide on a bright and crisp shiny morning, I see now what I refused to accept, the red flags, lipstick stains, and the ice cold warnings that caused our love to degenerate and then deflect. Insidiously injected you directly into my veins, when I should have instead rejected you, taken control of my life again and retrieved it by the reins. My melody unchained, my song echos throughout these empty halls, as I sit and berate myself gratuitously, this is your curtain call. Take a bow, you played at faithful so well, until your flesh began to fall away, and revealed that you were truly the gatekeeper, and I was in my own Hell. You kissed others and although I could tell, I chose to pull the veil further over my eyes, and continue hoping to be rescued in others' wishing wells. Suddenly sullen, you became more transparent than in days that had already come and gone, and all it took was a shake of my magic wand, which detached me from you emotionally, to ensure that you would no longer turn me on. Fade to black again, it's suddenly become so clear. You were the reason, the voice in my head that would never silence nor disappear. Green with envy now, as you see me carelessly sailing among the rest. I will never assimilate or merely fit in, but I will always stand out in any crowd for you; no longer jaded by your jest, bitterness subdued, I am still better than the best.