John Doe

I love you even when we are apart. Yours is the face that haunts me in the witching hours late at night, when I should be deeply entranced as supernatural spirits dance in the wide open spaces of the great outdoors. My heart beats your name, as your voice pulsates through my veins; ebbing and flowing, failing to cease. I trick myself into believing that you are not the one, though you are the only one I can depend on, my neverending sun. The light that peeks through my drapes teases my reverie reminiscent of Antony feeding Cleopatra grapes. You are my muse and my teacher too, as you help me become more insightful. Like a tattoo, you are permanently etched unto my skin; I can pretend you are not there but am reminded when caught offguard. You are my boxer, fighting perfect in your art; Cupid, as your arrows pierce my heart. I have allowed myself to negate you for too long, like misinterpreting a song whose meaning is clear and strong. My bones are weakened by your absence in my life, my nodes are swollen like a prisoner ensconced in strife. The world is so much colder when you are not within arm's reach, I am easier to bruise like a slowly rotting peach. I lay enchanted by your memory as I envision all the long ago, yet your day old hate just festers, no longer quid pro quo. I will bestow you with my riches, or power if that is your will. Just as long as you continue to allow me the good fortune of making me feel like a million dollar bill. I am a mere pauper, burdened with sorrows galore; yet I can still assure you that no one else could love you more. My bounty is not endless, and I am slowly losing my sight, but my soul will always see you as my shining armoured knight. Much to my contrite, you have found another home. I should have acted as if I were in Rome and postponed the sins for which I had yet to atone. My crimes against humanity are not equal to the pain that I have caused you, yet my internal bleeding seems never to subdue. I see you in his arms, and you lack the charm that I once saw; you are broken now, and flawed, in your house that is built of straw. And mine of glass, so I will not cast the first or second stone. I will instead remain amidst the valley of the shadow of death, amasked in guilt cast in a grave marked unknown.

Descent

Although your scent still lingers in my room, it has begun to smell more like decay and less like perfume. You wasted the opportunities I gave you so freely, stared at me foolishly as if I were speaking Swahili. I cannot stand to stare at the grave you dig for yourself, immersed in a culture of drugs, refusing to accept any help. Your self-destructive path leads you to much smaller things, I turn the page, we could have lived like kings. My greatest defeat came from your hands, pardon my weakness as I expand. My life remains unchanged though your damage is done. I have become a king, you are merely the unfortunate one. Despair resonates through your voice as you call out my name, eternally silenced. I have snuffed out your flame. Your carousel weakens, unhinging itself, like the Oracle of delph, I envisioned your fall. Athens is burning, overwhelming your calls. Your charms are now faded, they don't function anymore. Your beauty is jaded, as you lie in a heap on the bathroom floor. You do this to yourself and then you cry out in guilt, how can you cry when it's your own blood you spill? Continue to pop your pills whilst neglecting to pay your bills. Bow to your porcelain God, the only one who is there to offer solace to your facade. You scream so loud, the earth shakes in wonderment. Your body is broken while mine is simply bent. Your cries reach the angels above, who have even shunned you, refusing to bestow any love. Continue smoking your potent plants so green, as you look in the mirror and begin to look more obscene. I cannot wait to see the look on your face when you realize that you are all alone, in your own isolated state. The exent of my assistance has reached its end, so I walk away unscathed refusing to watch your fiery descent.

Lullaby

Broken and fragile as you tear my heart out of my chest, you claim to understand me yet refuse to accept me as less than my best. Regretful now of your name tattooed across my chest, feeling like Mariah but it's me that is obsessed. I wish that I could let you go, but the emptiness takes over, though my love for you still grows. The chains that bind me to you loosen with each new day, as the love that I give you is returned to me in disarray. I begin to smell the rotting as our love slowly decays. I thought I would be damaged but I am surprisingly unscathed. No longer caged, I can spread my wings and soar. I will take this opportunity to reinvent myself once more. Your neglect was only perfect for me for so long, I have managed to overcome it though, and have come out of it so strong. You tossed me aside like a broken toy, like a doll without it's arms. I refused to leave home without you until I realized you were merely a bracelet without any charms. I am much wiser now, as the sun has begun to set. I will view this as a lesson and never a regret. You changed me for the better, taught me right from wrong. Helped me stand on my own two feet until I tasted your deceit. It stung my lips and burned my eyes, hypnotizing like the devil's lullaby. You would wait until I was asleep, then creep out into the night, allowing your eyes to drink deep of sinful sights. Oblivious, no more, I refuse to be your bedded whore. Ignorance is no longer my best friend, I have managed to transcend as your words have lost all meaning, and the power to offend. I bid you adieu, as I leave you behind; I have no more time to be maligned. I walk away feeling better than ever before, my strength restored, as love don't live here anymore.

Reaper

The road we travelled on together converged into different paths, you burnt the candle on both ends and then cried as you felt my wrath. No more holding hands, or dancing in the dark; we will never make amends as our love was damaged from the start. You carelessly confused what we had for something good, deep inside I knew that I was the only one that understood. I celebrate the impending departure of my pain and suffering, no longer required to stay put like a bird with a broken wing. I will always reign supreme as victory courses through my veins. You can now let go and release me from your reins. I am no longer a child, your services are no longer needed in my life. You were often the jailer that teased me with freedom but instead you covered me in sin and offered me nothing but strife. I feel defiled as I walk through the streets, wondering how I ever let this get so out of hand. There was once a time when I assumed you were my ticket to the promised land. Now, instead, I sit in a daze, hurting myself as my world is ablaze. The tempestuous fire burns throughout the night, setting fire to everything it catches in its sight. I refuse to wait for you to increase the damage that you have caused. In every story that you wrote, I was your antagonist; this defamation ensued for too long, as I fought harder to resist death's tempting kiss. I covered my windows and locked all my doors, rebuilt my walls and shut you out once more. Now that I have left you crawling in the dark, I hope you can see that it is time to disembark. Abandon your baggage, it makes you look uglier than you are; yet you still believe that you are as élan as wine and caviar. Follow me into a world that is devoid of you, filled with colour yet seldom blue. You were the reaper that I refused to fear, as I bid you adieu and disappeared.