My Same.

The similarities we share are too many to count on one hand, you are my same and it makes me want to hold your hand. I long to hold you in my arms, and never let go; as my future lights up, my heart is aglow. I realize now that life works in mysterious ways, I am filled with vibrancy today, although yesterday my world was coloured in greys. You have blindsided me and taken me by surprise, as I think of you, I feel the warmth of a million suns rise. Your voice puts me at ease and helps me sleep, washing away the tears, no longer compelled to weep. I yearn to feel the touch of your velvety skin against my own, it will soothe me like the wind and then carry me home. You have shown me that good things surely come to those who wait; I cannot wait to witness the beauty of the art that we collaborate to create. You whisper words of wisdom that fill my heart with peace, you have helped me fight my demons and provided a means for release. I want to take you by your arm and show you your beauty and worth; navigate the seas and visit every corner of the Earth. Capture me inside your net, I will be your butterfly; grey skies are going to clear up, so let me be your lullaby. I want to make you laugh and see your smile that lights up my eyes, get to know you from the inside out, and slowly help you remove your disguise. I am not like the other guys whose meagre attempts were solely motivated by personal gain, like the rain, I will cleanse your soul and help you feel whole again. I want to be the water that you bathe in, making you clean, and the vivacious energy you get whenever you drink caffeine. You have started to make life feel real, and like a conscious dream; no longer imprisoned by fascism nor its isolating regimes. I want to be the one you turn to when you are afraid or cold at night, and I promise I will do my best to be your kind and noble knight. For you, I will do it all; I will show you that you are a king. Just as long as you promise to do the same, I will give you my everything.

Something New.

A momentary lapse in judgment led me right into your arms, where I have found serenity as I become further beguiled by your charms. My intuition tells me to proceed with caution, or to prepare to be disarmed. Captured like a butterfly, you have caught me off guard. With hope in my heart, I pray that past patterns do not repeat again, for my heart is already scarred. I tread carefully trying to avoid awakening the sleeping sickness, that once made my house a home and then set it on fire, watching it burn into a smoky abyss. With God as my witness, I take my first steps as I am welcomed by your noble knights. Awed by the beauty that surrounds me and enamoured by its sights, I long to see my name lit up by your flashing lights. Precociously pleased by the notion that it could all be mine, as I hold your hand and make the move that will hopefully leave us entwined. With innocence in my eyes, my vulnerability seeps through my skin; you have warmed me with your sunrise, and soothed my soul like the wind. I take your hand and prepare to embark on what is surely to be the journey of a lifetime; just as long as you look into my eyes, and assure me that you will be mine. We can travel the world and sail the ocean blue, climb to the highest peaks together and take in the breathtaking views. I long to feel your heartbeat and synchronize it with my own, just as long as you promise to be the king that sits atop my throne. I will praise you as I shower you with my affection, protect you from harm and support you through rejections. I want to show you what it means to love and feel it in return, and then caress you as you feel the heat within that will flicker and sometimes burn. Like the Spanish Armada attempting to overthrow my queen, you have materialized from thin air, completely unforeseen. Unplanned yet wanted, you can haunt me and remain undaunted. I am now enchanted, and believe that since we have it, we should flaunt it. I swim against the waves, as I choose to dream whilst conscious; I know you will be good for me, and rarely ever noxious. My romanticism has taken flight and hit the ground running, in you, I see potential; you are incredibly stunning. Today I felt renewed, this is how it should have been for so long; I yearn to kiss your lips and dance with you one day to the beat of our own song. You have arrived at the most opportune time, like a gift from the Gods above, thank you for reminding me of my worth that I had lost sight of.

Sen5es.

Broken by the memories that haunt my conscious state, I curse the Gods in misery for my dreaded fate. I tried to grow, and be positive, but this love has only transformed into hate, you were sadly the one that I had mistaken for my soul's true mate. I yearn to feel your hands wrapped up in my own, and crave to feel the softness of your lips that so often reminded me of home. I long to smell the scent, the fragrance of your own cologne, and still desire to see the beauty and majesty that line the streets of Rome. I want to travel around the world with you and taste all of its exotic foods, I need to relive and hear the melody of our joyous étude. I wish upon the stars up high that one day we will see, the canals in Venice and then take the train to Germany. I can still taste you on my tongue although your memory is quickly fading away, please come back and fill my world with colour again; take away the greys. I feel the coarse and rough remorse that stabs me, jagged like the rocks that line the shore. I smell the ashes, and remnants of the fire that once burned between us, extinguished forevermore. I taste the bitterness of losing you that stings my mouth like citrus fruit, it's acidity is not good to me as I finally see that we were just not meant to be. I see you with him and I silently seethe, knowing that he could never fill even one of my shoes. How naive of him to think that he is adored and not just simply being used, I have paid my dues, and thus refuse to return to substance abuse. You were just my muse, a toy whenever I needed to play. Mark my words, that on this very day, I will never return to your symphony of fire and your desolate decay. From now on I will protect my heart with my head, instead of running and embracing the false notion of love with open arms. I will use my five senses to guide me through isolated moments where I am crawling in the dark, no longer a passenger on this toxic love's sinking ship, I have finally, and fortunately found the will to disembark. I count my blessings, not my losses of which you are surely one; the emptiness subsides and my self-respect and dignity have finally triumphed and won. I heard my conscience crying out, pleading for me to come to my senses; I listened for the first time, rebuilt my walls and regained my defences.

Macbeth.

Watch my handstands, take in my magic tricks, as you play your last hand, I am no longer transfixed. I stood idly by as you stole all my sheep, turned them into your own, and then resold them for dirt cheap. You sit on your throne, like the king that created change, yet you initiated nothing, you're only the king of all things deranged. I am a star in my very own right, I do not need to spread my wings in order to take flight. I was born to win, paid the cost to be the best. Watch my sun rise, and then set in the west. I am a sure thing, consistency resides within me, you are hit or miss, living in your world of childish self-pity. Your city's been conquered repeatedly like Bahrain, I made ruthlessness my friend stopping at no end to ensure the pain you inflicted would be felt by you again. Vindictive in my own right as I stripped you of your sight, made you crawl around in the dark, then ignited the spark that burned you alive like Joan of Arc. Your ship has sunk, it lays at the bottom of the sea, all of your belongings ruined for the pain that you've caused me. First to go was your confidence, which I toyed with on a daily basis, then your sanity which I defiled resulting in the most savage salacious stasis. I finished by ravaging your sense of goodness; gracious! All of this because you claimed to be the one, yet you still failed and left my puzzle undone. I climbed up your castle only to realize it was merely a well, confused the beauty within your eyes for Heaven when it was actually Hell. I toiled and troubled, double double, burned you like fire and made my cauldron bubble. You plagued my house and my mother's too, until you incited the anger that made me come looking for you. Like the running bulls of Spain, I chased you through your town, impaled you on my horns, and then I stole your crown. You cut like barbed wire, like a rose full of thorns, so I cut you with my words and made you regret that you were born. Like a child aborted within the first three months of its life, you were the cause for my sorrows, filled my world with strife. Under the sea, you failed to shock me like an electric eel, so I prodded you with my pitchfork for failing to entice me with your lack of sex appeal. How could you claim to be real when you were airbrushed and then retouched, I should have called your bluff, no longer in your clutch. You poisoned me with words, left me barren plus bare, ravaged my towns with your fiery infernos, tell me how am I supposed to breathe with no air? Your acidic assiduousness burned my eyes, like the web of lies you weaved; I was merely hypnotized. Like the theme of death in Macbeth, you reaped my soul without waiting for my last breath. Prematurely murdered by a mouse who claimed to be a man, wait for my return, I will regain control of this land. I am a king, I was made to rule the world, you are merely an oyster, obsolete, as you failed to deliver my pearl. Classy lady karma will surely have her way with you, so I will sit back, relax and kick back waiting for what's long overdue. Divine intervention will be the cause of your death, your face unrecognizable like a heavy user of crystal meth. I will surround myself, as I live a life filled with beauty; I am as sweet and fragrant as the most wonderful potpourri. Your services are no longer needed, so you have been given the pink slip, goodbye; I vow to never again kiss those lips that rarely soothed me like a lullaby. Over and done, I walk away from the remnants of your disaster, if you had listened to my words of wisdom, you would have realized I was the master. All that is left for you is buried six feet underground, lost but I was found but your fifteen minutes of lame are over, and your sailors have all drowned. You should have abandoned ship and perhaps your luck would have changed, now you walk the world alone, crazy and deranged. Grab a hold of the nearest person you can find, then you can take them down with you, let them drink of you like cheap wine. My work here is done, I can move on to higher pastures; I hope life gives you what you deserve in the sweet hereafter. Rest in pieces, not peace for the disarray you gave to me; the dissonance no longer triumphs. I am finally free.