Flawed Design.

Now that your cards have been dealt, I wish you well as I watch the acidic rain pour down on you as you painfully melt. Inspired although you left much to be desired, your layers peel away to reveal the ugliness of you that cut like barbed wire. Your time has run out along with your fifteen minutes of lame, you tried to play me but I beat you at your own foolish game. I have regained my strength and rebuilt the walls that you broke down; I have conquered armies and watched them fall only to re-earn my crown. Some say there is power in numbers but I learnt to stand and hold my own alone. I created a monster out of you, but just wait until you're punished when I return to my throne. You had me fooled as I believed I had caught a falling star, you were the weakest of my conquests and the easiest by far. I smile spitefully as I watch you lay blindly upon your bed of lies, feel renewed and splendid as you near your dear demise. What made you think that I was even in your league, how naive of you to assume I didn't see the tricks you hid inside your sleeve. I was born a winner, King Midas envied the way I made you feel like you were gold; now that I've gone away, you need to wake up and realize that you are as admired as the common cold. I could have given you the world and let you taste the finest wines, but instead you chose to betray me, you are a flawed design. At your age you have already reached the summit of your success, as my noblesse increases, respect my fragrant finesse. Bow down to me and lick my boots if you want to keep your head, I will terrorize your dreams and fill your thoughts with dread. Practice what you preach, accept that you are weak or prepare to meet your maker, learn to think before you speak. I will put you under the sea to let the pain of losing me sink in and set me free. Your ship's wrecked and twenty thousand leagues below, when I am done with you, you will join the ranks of all the other John Does. Train wreck in the making, I cannot wait for you to crash; I will laugh indulgently as I see you burn and turn to ash. Your plane falls from the sky as your parachute fails to deploy, you claimed to be a man but you were hardly even a boy. You blow up and explode like gasoline, you scarred my skin and made it scab, you were the worst gangrene. I abhor the way you seek pity and claim to play the martyr, always claiming to be the victim; wait in vain until the poison in your veins kicks in, and death's kiss leaves you feeling numb. I am on my way to the top, Everest and higher, my ambition will never stop. You on the other hand are no longer in demand, like a broken toy, you are obsolete as your wishes are no longer my command. Reap what you sow, as your cup overflows, you drink greedily of life and I hope you choke. You killed my honour and pillaged my town, tread with caution as I will surely knock you down. Drowned in a sea of your own self-pity, continue to wallow in your own misery while I attack your city. I will make you question your sanity and toy with your security, have you running for the hills and swallowing a plethora of pills. All of this because you reckoned with the wrong force, I will religiously riot and fill your life with remorse. I cleaned out our closets and locked all of our doors, you belong in the past just like the cold war. I am over and out, better than you until the bitter end, you were the most repugnant lover, and an even more vile friend. The stench of your decay fills the room and makes the wallpaper wilt, run and hide like the scared little child that you are, burdened by your guilt. With you I was entombed in a casket filled with eternal scorn, but now that you are gone, I can breathe again, revived as I have been reborn.

Antique.

The more volatile you were, the more I was drawn; if our love was Chess, I would have been your pawn. I craved your whips and your chains, wanted to refrain but the temptation of your poetic pain always overpowered my masochistic brain. I regressed the pain but it would just wash down and over me like acid rain. I thought you were the one but you were just spun. Like Rapunzel weaving endlessly, you toiled all night until you filled my heart with nothing but sheer, demonic fright. How audacious of you to accuse me of doing wrong, when you blackened my lips and burnt my soul with your thorny song. You will die alone, crying out in your sleep, once you realize your sadness is what you have reaped. Cry your crocodile tears, stop distracting me while I hold the steering wheel. Your meagre issues are tired and lame, cancelled my subscription so that I could remain ahead of the game. How dare you assume that I will pick up and resume, you have embarrassed me while making me even more unhappy. I refuse to compete with you for attention, as you provoke me further with your hidden agenda and dishonourable intentions. You claim to be from Beverly Hills yet you are filled with trash, less desirable than my cigarette's ash. Stop tricking yourself into thinking that I screwed it all up, just like an eternal pessimist, you prefer to see a half emptied cup. You drank all of it, fool then said you were drunk; go sit on the curb with the rest of yesterday's junk. No one will treat you like I dared to now, hurry up and consume the pain that your selfishness has sowed. Miserable and alone, atone for your sins, while I dreamily rid myself of you, much to your chagrin. I've emptied our accounts and sold all the cars, as you sit wistfully reminiscing of me in your meat market bars. You may think you are fresh meat in a room full of aged hams, yet your thoughts are hardly worth the screwed up credit, you were my exam. I passed with flying colours and rose to the top of my class, try to accept fault and not blame your sadness on tear gas. We could have been epic, I would have built you your own Taj Mahal; instead, you've left me breathless as I poke pins into your voodoo doll. The first pin goes into your eyes to help you see how you have maligned, the second into your heart so you can separate truth from art. The third and final needle will pierce your soul like knives, hoping to shed light on the way in which you will now be deprived. You lost the best to ever come your way, the one who would have held your hand and saved you from your self-inspired decay. I would have made you bloom like white roses in the fall, instead I have surrendered and watched my kings' men fall. Down came the horses and down came the dames, as they tried to put your life back together in vain. You are a piece of work destined to never change and bound to come crashing down like the depression era stock exchange. Like the emperor who donned his new robe in jest, watch and stubbornly refuse to accept it when I walk away like all the rest. One day, I hope that you will oblige and act your own age, as your immaturity repulsed me and filled me with rage. Cautiously, I tread away from your Neverland, I hope for your own sake that you eventually grow up and stop playing Peter Pan. I am no Tinkerbell so I bid you farewell, this toxic love was not enough as it burned my skin like the fiery pits of Hell. With my pitchfork I prod at you once more, hoping to show you why you are so deplored. Grim and evil I will remain; jaded, as bitterness adds to the insanity in my membrane. I crossed my heart and hoped to die after sticking needles in your eye that if this train comes off the track, then I would turn the page and never look back. Over and done, failure has won again, like the sand in Bahrain, I have slipped through your fingers like blood that coagulates in your veins. Serenity fills every cell and fibre of my being, as I have escaped from vile you, I should have seen that this was fleeting. Caught up in the rapture of my long awaited liberation, I fill with elation, as I light my match and throw it into your gasoline; you were the most unclean, and devoid of hygiene so I had no choice but to lean towards the obscene. Say hello to your destiny, filled to the brim with eternal damnation, as I slip away into the night, stay fascinated whilst on your permanent vacation. Death becomes you though it was a long time in the making, in the future please be more aware of whose heart it is that you're breaking. Cut along the dotted lines I drew onto your wrists, as you're body fills with boils, and the most wretched cysts. Goodbye, rest in piece, as I cock the gun that will seal your fate, you have a play date with your demise, you ingrate.

Galaxy.

A new sun dawns in my hazy morning sky, capturing my heart's song like the most precious lullaby. Your eyes speak volumes of the pain that you have endured, but I am here now so you can rest assured. I will take you in my arms and wipe away the tears, as I speak to you of visions I have of future years. We will hold one another's hand as we find the strength to proceed, thank you for showing me what it means to truly succeed. I crave your lips and your thoughts so profound whenever I am down, lost and then found, you have added spirit to my life's unoccupied ghost town. We can climb the highest mountains and sail the lonely seas, as you fill my head with stories whispered by your voice that is reminiscent of a summer's breeze. Intrigued to say the least, I feast upon you like the finest cuisines of the Middle East. Like frankincense and myrrh, you are the greatest gift of all; just promise me you will be there to catch me when I fall. I trust in you as I learn to walk on my own again, as we tell one another our dreams about how our meeting was preordained. Your symphonic melody soothed my soul like Bach's concertos for violin, hold me as I feel your rhythm underneath my skin. My heart beats in unison with yours, like the waves that ebb and flow serenely against the world's sandy shores. You are the only drug I will need from this day forth, my guiding star shining and leading me to salvation in the north. You have painted with vibrancy on the canvas of my life mixing blues, and greens and aquamarines to create the most perfect art. I know I have chosen correctly, I could tell from the start when your smile ignited the fire that now burns wildly within my heart. Yours until the sweet end, I cannot wait to grow old and grey with you, together we will surely transcend as we glisten in each other's eyes, like sweet morning dew. I feel enlightened for the first time in years, as I have realized that some things can be much more divine than the diamonds that already appear. You can fill my night skies with your starry eyes that fill me with wonder, you have put me back together, no longer scattered or asunder. Like thunder, my soul basks in your very essence, I turn the tide and thank the universe for this ethereal convalescence. The Princess Leia to my Luke, as these feelings are surely not just by fluke. Similar to me in every way, no room for opposites to repel in our case. You have freed my galaxy from the black hole that threatened to devour me, and beautified me in the process like the palms that align the Arabian Sea. I am your oyster as I wait anxiously to present you with my pearl; you can have all of me, everything, from my ocean's floor to the top of my world. Back to earth as I lay my head softly down to sleep, for once in my life I can proudly say that I have looked and liked what I've seen reflected back before taking a leap.

Last Train Home.

I ride the train home with my heart in my hand, knowing walking away is the right decision. You were a skilled surgeon, with the knife in your hand that broke my heart with your final incision. Naiveté led me to believe that you were the knight who would save my dreams, I assumed we were two peas in a pod as you used your charm to trick me into thinking we were a team. Misled again as the blood drained from my face, filling my journey with horror as I long for the pain to be replaced. I refuse to regress and return to past vices, although they are tempting, sobriety is more enticing. I want to be conscious as my soul cries out with pain, I yearn to feel the sorrow that washes over me like the rain. We could have conquered castles and taken over Rome, but instead I seek out my mother's hand, hoping to feel the comfort that is home. Unburdened of your child's play, colour no longer seems as bright; as the silent reverie I find in sleep veiled in the darkness that is night. I have lived throughout the worst but this cut feels the deepest, I used to be as noble as kings, my kingdom entirely elitist. My journey transpires into a mission that robs me of my reality, as I crawl into a ball unconcerned with our duality. Your eyes hypnotized me concealing the lies they hid within, as the smile falls off my face encasing me in a cloud of my own chagrin. The sun falls out of my sky accosting me for my neglect, as I have been stripped of my happiness as a result of your disrespect. In retrospect this is entirely of my own doing, as I attempt to remove the foot from my mouth, and realize its my own heart that I was chewing. Confusion creates chaos as it crawls upon my skin, ceasing celebrations, I can't stop my suffering. My journey home ends with clarity setting on the horizon, I prepare to disembark, older now as I hope that I have learned from this and finally wizened.