Mime

I watch from the sidelines as you stray from the right path, you are going nowhere fast, yet somehow you think that you have saved the best for last. Like a trainwreck waiting to happen, you apply another layer of polish to your nails with a grin. You were once as refined as a violin, but now you solely have the intelligence of a bobby pin. Keep heading in the direction that you are going in, wave goodbye to the friends that pass you by along the way. You are stuck in a state of arrested development, stagnating idly like a cat stuck in cement. You had all the potential in the world, yet chose to trade it in to be a pin up girl. You have used up all your coupons, and all you are left with is your blackened heart. From the start, you should have been able to see, that I was the best friend in your company. I tried much too hard to guide you with my hand, only to be traded in for a caricature of a man. I pray that one day you will reap what you sow, and when the bough breaks, your cradle will fall. If you were my child, I would have cut the cord, that led from my wallet right into your pockets. Like a failed rocket, you will never blast off. Nor will you get very far with the mentality that you are already a star. You can take all the pretty pictures that make you feel complete, but in the end you will merely end up in the streets. You are already filled with deceit, written in stone so it is concrete; prepare to enter a life filled with defeat. Your ugliness shows as your insecurities grow; you could never hold a candle to the ugly girls of the world. They were raised properly much to your contrite, as they know wrong from right. They do not stray the streets like a mangy dog, as they are asleep at night as you get lost in the fog. So the next time you claim to be the most beautiful alive, take a good, hard introspective look inside and realize that you are merely a shadow of the person that you could be as you have traded in your riches for bad company. Continue to sit at home, alone, smoking too many cigarettes a day; one day, your beauty will run out and you will start to decay. That is when you will get on your knees and pray, for the days of your past that went by too fast. It is such a shame to see you degrading yourself, like a wailing banshee, you cried wolf one too many times. No longer sublime, your words have lost their worth. You are merely a mime, brace yourself for you have created your very own version of Hell on earth.

Come Undone

Yours are the only lips I long to kiss, the only hands I yearn to hold. I reach out for your embrace at night, as yours are the only arms that can console. Your eyes, my prize, are the only ones I want to get lost in. And when you first looked into my own, was where our fairy tale begins. Your heart beats fast and slow at once, always regulating my own. It whispers my name throughout the day, making me feel at home. I waited years, a month, three days for the one to come my way. I was a mere oyster before your arrival, but now I am a pearl. I searched high and low for real true beauty, but only found it once you entered my world. You are manna from above, a gift from the Heavens, as you have filled my world with love. The eighth magnificent wonder found, as you are my knight in shining armour, crowned. I cherish your wisdom, and seek out your advice. If I were granted one wish, it would be to experience you twice. The first in a lifetime full of happiness and bliss, the second spending eternity wrapped up in your kiss. Your caresses send shivers up and down my spine, the tingles send shockwaves to my brain, and make me question whether you are divine. You rock my senses on the regular like I am your guitar; you smoke me, taking me into your lungs, as if I were a cigar. I am merely one half when you are not around as you are my Mecca, my holy ground renowned. I pray our valiant efforts are not solely in vain, you are the wind beneath my wings, as I soar above the world's planes. You lift me up to higher ground, on a level that is more than profound. I will carry your baggage and massage your feet when you tire, then make you tea as we lay by the fire. I have reached Nirvana, as I have rid myself of lust for material things. You are my Madonna, as you tug at my heart's strings. I refuse to imagine a life devoid of the perfection that is you, to entertain such a ludicrous idea would even be taboo. You are the glue that holds me together, and our future is our craft. If you are ever cast away on a deserted island, my body will surely be your raft. You can sail upon me throughout the seven seas, just as long as you promise that you will not let me freeze. Our Titanic should have sank many years ago, but the love inside refuses to thaw, and keeps us afloat. I have known you for many lifetimes, we were lovers in each one. The bond we share is permanent, and will never come undone.

Only One

I watched you as you were forced to walk away, knowing that I was the cause for your emotional decay. Even though I had shown you a life filled with nothing but dismay, I knew you would return, so we could be together until the end of days. Not in the distant future, or for months to come, but I had known, all along, that you were always my only one. As I burnt my candle on both ends, watched the leaves change colour, and lost friends; I came to realize that the grass is never greener on the other side. You were always my pride, my joy; the only one with whom I could be coy. I gave you my world only to keep taking it back, as I fell off track of the path that would lead to my salvation. Much to my frustration, I sought others to replace the void that I had created by pushing you away, only to be led astray. Now you have reemerged to save the day once again, heard my cries of defeat and saved me from my life's toxic cocaine, I can breathe once more, no longer feel the need to take heed and be the object of another's affection. You are the direction in which I pray, the pillow on which I lay. My shelter throughout the storm as yours are the arms that keep me warm. In your absence, I prayed for God above to make me strong, tried to convince myself that my decision was not wrong. I can no longer inflict pain on the one that I love, I have to rise above and turn our house into a home. I will decorate it with adoration, as I paint the walls with our trust. My life will once again be a celebration, no longer the outcome of another's lust. I am wiser now, as I learn the lessons that I must, no longer filled with sorrow, or covered in disgust. I can be the man you know I am from now until the end, just as long as you promise to support me and never condescend. At times, my inner child will want to come out and play, please treat him with kindness as he gets upset when he cannot have his way. Ultimately, you are the one that fills my heart with cheer, like laying by the fire and ringing in the new year. We will grow together now, until we are old and gray; my last breath will escape peacefully, as those three words not uttered enough will be the last that I will say.

Lost at Sea

Lost at sea, I gave you my all and failed to maintain a connection with the real me. My impermanence refuses to allow for me to remain enamoured by you, I lost my sense of judgment for someone so untrue. Unencumbered now as that was long ago; I am better suited to reap whatever I sow. I placed my trust in your hands, as you sharpened your blade on my neck; the cause of death for many a knave, I am no longer your prisoner, yet still my own slave. I gave you my prize, hoping that it would guarantee many years ahead, and a life that is seemingly secure. I was lied to and mistaken, as I reflect in retrospect and realize that I was forsaken. Our Eden held promise, we could have survived in our very own Paradise without a fight. Instead, you defiled my Heaven with your Hell; betrayed me, assuring that my secrets you would not tell. Like a knife, you cut so deep, causing internal bleeding; I blame myself for being so weak. Meek no more, I will stand up for all that I believe in; sing my reprieve and wipe my tears on my sleeve. You passed all my tests and filtered like gold through my sieve, until your true colours emerged and I saw that you were merely a thief. You stole my time, lost forever like the memories that have since faded away. They mesh with my dreams, confusing my reality and offering me no solace in the waking hours between sleeps. You were a wolf disguised as a sheep, your intentions always malicious, spiteful until the bitter end. I can only pray that one day we will make amends, and possibly even remain friends. This is but a wish in my well, as your stubbornness refuses to allow you to mend my heart's cursed spell. I toiled against the grain, hoping to keep you sane; exhausted my blood, sweat and tears to fill your world with cheer. I must now pinch myself to ensure that I stay awake, as I drag the remnants of my dignity out from the depths of my own mistakes. I used to think I would learn from every experience that came my way, until the very day that you crossed my path and filled my life with disarray. I will attempt to put my best foot forth, balanced on the fence as my raft slowly makes its way to land. I walk ashore as the tide ebbs and flows, no longer yearning for your touch, I take my own hand as I begin to understand that no man is an island.