LoveGame

A thousand years in love could never compare, tell me how am I supposed to breathe with no air? My lungs are filling with water, watch me from the shore as I helplessly drown. The permanence of my actions is too much to bear, I am hopeless as it all falls down. There goes the time that we invested, even though I never treated you the best. I should have seen that I was blessed, instead of thinking that I was possessed. How fortunate I was to have seen the sun rise within your eyes. I fought your love as if it were a tumour that would lead to my demise. I encountered a beauty so pure and sacrosanct, on which I should have banked, instead of choosing to walk the plank. I jumped to my death as the sea was filled with hungry sharks, piranhas ravaged my skin and now my world is nothing, if not dark. If only I had appreciated the light that you omit, I am certain that this love would have been something that you permit. I erased your smile, and villainously turned it into a frown. In the end I am left exclaiming that I just want you around. You were my knight in armour shining as our bodies intertwined. Our paths were one for so long but now they have misaligned. I envisioned my future in your arms, safe from evil and sound from harm. But alas, I am the only one to blame for toying with your heart in my treacherous lovegame.

Recluse

I lost my self control as jealousy weaved its ugly course. You often attempted to console me, even though we were divorced. Our hearts have detached, the circulation of our love has reached its toll. Wrinkles have replaced the smile that loneliness conquered and stole. I thought that we were immortal, that nothing could come in between. I foolishly refused to acknowledge all the hostility that was unseen. You captured me in your hands, I did not want to let go. Now that we have separated, I cannot help but feel so alone. Death's hand caresses my neck, massages the knots inside my back. It seduces me with its promises of paradise and release from this cold and bitter world. Instead I turn the other cheek, and hide in my oyster like a delicate pearl. I seek shelter from the truth, would much rather live a lie. My selfish demand for your love was greater than your meagre supply. I will watch you from the Heavens, guide your way when you are lost. No longer damaged or destroyed, I paid the cost to get my point across. I found my way of my own accord, much to your discord, I am not weak as my strength has been restored. Although I may argue that I don't need you at all, you were the only one that would catch me before I was about to fall. I could only see good reflected in your eyes, I opted to believe that it was all just a disguise. I chose isolation for myself, being heartbroken was my excuse. Consequently, I have become the sleeping shadow of a recluse.

Mannequin

I hardened my heart to the extreme point that attempting to love would be like squeezing water from stone. We are still twins but no longer conjoint, for your wicked sins you must atone. I trusted you, sought solace in your arms. Supported you endlessly, only to be beguiled by your charms. I've reached the end of my wits, my days are so much colder now. Confused beyond words at how it's so simple for you disavow. You have disarmed me with your smile, enraptured my soul inside your web of lies. You weaved fallacies as if you were a seamstress, tailoring my faith in you to your liking. I was your betrothed as I refused to look away from your consistently striking glare. You captured me, clipped my wings and locked me deep within your darkened lair. How unfair and cruel of you to treat me like you did. I barely understood that you viewed me as your kid. You manipulated my senses, made me believe you were all that was good and right. Instead I should have activated my defences, as you stole the moon that provided me with light throughout the night. Isolated in your cave, without the promise of release. The love that I once felt began to diminish and decrease. I began to abhor you for the way you feigned innocence. Resorted to pubescent games, as you winded me and made me wince. You gutted me completely, left nothing for the vultures that hovered above. Would I be wrong to state that this was the most gruesome, macabre love? I flailed my arms helplessly as I knew my last days had come. I tried to achieve a victory, but in the end I knew that I would succumb. To the vile, torturous terrorism that like alcohol made me drink until I was numb. I was your mannequin, as I allowed you to paint my body black and blue. You dressed me in your ugliness as I became increasingly subdued. Tattered and torn were the clothes I wore, tailored by you so others would ignore. The beauty within that you would selfishly feed upon. With the curtains drawn, you give me death's blistering kiss. I have transformed into a swan, no longer an ugly duckling gone amiss.

Wailing Wall

The camera flashes and reveals a different side of you. One that you conceal and hide from the world's review. I have seen brief glimpses of the person you can be. When you come out from hiding, you're not all that much a mystery. Like a puzzle refusing to come undone, your ill treatment of my heart will never be outdone. You tormented me like a prisoner in Guantanamo Bay, terrorized me villainously expecting me to stay anyway. Once you released my hand from your cold and icy grip. I had phantom limb syndrome and longed for my removed hip. Now I clearly see that I am worthy and capable, and for far too long I assumed that this cancerous love was inescapable. I gave you my heart, and you bruised it with your malice. Got trapped in your rabbit hole, as if my name were Alice. You are not my queen of hearts, you control me no more. My hope's been pierced with darts, I have become all that I abhor. I stood at the Wailing Wall, praying that you would repent but your cruel and wicked pride guaranteed that you would not relent. My only victory lies in catching sight of the truth in all your lies. The one you often failed to provide and hid away from prying eyes. I lit a fire in my heart and burnt your memory away. Scarred and seared by your touch, our relationship turned into a vile cliché. Ugliness is smeared upon the walls that we had built, I cried and repented until my body began to wilt. I am now reminiscent of flowers that are hidden underneath the snow. What was once aglow plateaued many emotions ago. I stripped my life of remnants of all that would remind me of you; the pictures, poems and letters gone so I can start anew.