Fairy Tale.

I pick up the pieces that line the shores of the beaches of our love that will linger forevermore. Your eyes filled with sadness from the tears I made you cry, the same tears that drowned me, and made me choke at night. The hardest part was finding you, my soul's kindred mate, only to reap the consequences from the damage I caused that ultimately sealed our fate. As the master of my domain, I longed to right my wrongs, to make you feel the rhythm, and the lyrics of my heart's song. In you, I saw a future filled with fortune, fame, and fun; as my soul's cries resonated, telling me you are the one. The one to make my puzzle whole, your wishes, my command, as you make my bells endlessly toll, follow me to the promised land. On our magic carpet ride, we somehow lost our way, forced to land, and separate, until we meet one another halfway. From this day forth, I promise to only put smiles on your face, and if you feel restless or afraid, I will rescue you, and never let you fall from grace. I will grow my hair long, just to let it down, so you can climb up, and escape. Abracadabra, no magic tricks, just love, hidden inside my cape. At the end of my rainbow, I found you, more precious than diamonds, or a pot of gold. I just wish I had not intervened with fate, and let our story unfold. If only I had listened to your heart, our fairy tale would still be told. Enchanted to say the least, my woods are now haunted by your memory. I lie awake at night, cursing myself for interrupting our peaceful reverie. I would do whatever it takes to have you back here with me, walking hand in hand, as we continue on our intended journey. Your arms removed the pain that was no stranger to my life, and wiped away the tears that were the sole remnants of my strife. Your hands held the glass slipper that would only fit as a result of your touch, and the necklace worn around my neck that held your voice is now tightly clutched. My shooting star that fell from the Heavens, and filled my world with light; you are irreplaceable, as my world is now blanketed in night. The breadcrumbs that I discarded along the path were meant to help me find my way, but instead I have fallen prey to witchery, and somehow gone astray. I conquered the beanstalk, but not the giant, who turned out to me in disguise. My own worst critic until the end, but hopefully not the cause of our love's demise. We sail through the skies aboard a ship that will lead us to our salvation, you are my saviour, and my knight, the object of my jubilation. Our fairy tale has just begun, kings and queens will envy the majesty of our land, I long to one day make you understand, that you are the only man I will accept again, as part of my life's plan. I can no longer run or hide, the coward in me has been coerced to leave, trust in me, and my words, we can start anew, just be the Adam to my Eve.

Unicorn

All this loneliness has always been a friend of mine, as I let go of my mother’s hand, and assumed my future would be fine. I locked the doors to my heart, saved the key for another start, watched you walk away after making your mark, then gave my ticket away and prepared to disembark. Critical until the bitter end, the shadows even taunt me proving that freedom is just around the bend, easy to comprehend, but difficult to apply, with a sigh I let it out, and spread my wings, ready to transcend. Ignored, and defeated, my army’s ego takes a beating, as my heart’s ripped out of my chest, and like a hemophiliac, I am left bleeding. Cries of confusion cajole coarsely through the air, barricading beauty from the beast that was barely there. Antagonistic anarchy aims to arrive to no avail, as I am all that I can be, an adventurer in search of the holy grail. I nurtured the seed of love, hoped to watch it grow before it went stale, only to be forced to accept that the heart is actually frail. Disembowelled, and dishevelled, I look like the victim of a late night alley fight, as the demons that hold me hostage, set out to make things right. I could be vindictive, and cut you with your own knife, but homicide is not the answer, the coldest revenge would be your life. Blame it on the alcohol, assume that we were drunk, then correct me with red ink, make your mark so I can flunk. You watch me walk away, and feign interest although I know it’s fake, we are now oceans apart, waterfalls seldom connect to lakes. Love is never enough when it is covered in blame, we were so quick to point the finger, without accepting that this was not a game. Toiled, troubled, tirelessly until we were tainted through and through, if only I could somehow make you see, that my love was nothing, if not true. I placed you on a pedestal, packed up, and sailed toward a brave new world, only to realize that I was incapable of love, incomplete, like an oyster who failed to deliver a pearl. Emasculated in the end, we ruined a perfectly good thing, yet somehow, inexplicably, you have not ceased to be my everything. Celestial bodies, suns, and moons could fall to the Earth, and our love would still survive, Euthanasia was the weapon that prevented our love from being revived. Compromise, and sacrifice can only be a two way street, yet impossible to achieve unless devoid of conceit. My castle walls come crashing down, leaving my security in disarray, I was the black swan that poisoned your ballet. One day in the future, you will see what you have lost, and I will be waiting with arms wide open, with my heart that you managed to defrost. I will count my blessings, cut my losses and accept that I need to be reborn, before I continue on my quest to find my unicorn. I am all out of the fight, no longer afraid to fail; no holy grail, or magic for me, I see now that they are merely myths, and only true in fairy tales.

Breakaway

Falling apart, ripping at the seams, as I accept the mess that's left behind from another broken dream. The tears fail to come for these eyes refuse to weep for someone who's decided that I am not worth the effort to keep. I made an effort to change, only saw you in my mind and heart, but our fears materialized, so it was over before it could even start. The sadness I possess in watching our fairy tale fail, makes me wonder, and question whether love will ever prevail. True to myself, I refuse to sacrifice more than I have inside, when it seems so easy for you to accept that our future has already died. With no hope in your eyes, you easily say goodbye, real love seldom appears, and is hard to come by. I will be here when, and if, you ever need a friend, but until then I hang my head low in defeat, and accept that this is the end. You win, another triumph under your belt, the queen of spade arrives, as I count my blessings, cut my losses, and smile as the cards have been dealt. Devastated with dismay, I assumed you were my shining knight, until you extinguished the flame that was still burning so bright. I left all that I knew, took a risk, to give love a chance, how naive of me to partake in this foolish lover's dance. In the end, and in time, hopefully you will come to see our love sublime. Just another casualty of Cupid and Eros, we could have conquered the world, and risen to the rank of heroes. Alexander the Great, and Joan of Arc, mere mortals compared to you and I, but instead you have chosen to pull the cord, bringing down our skies. Darkness fills the voids, and the holes that hide behind the cracks, as my white blood cells give up, and prepare for attack. The oxytocin still flows freely, created freshly whenever I dare to appreciate you, once so colourful and vibrant, our love has been replaced by the least appealing hues. The chimney is full of smoke, as we struggle to breathe from the smoke filling our lungs, towards the end, we became as difficult to comprehend as if we were solely communicating in tongues. I have my dignity, and I know what I deserve, while your emotions fluctuate, from what I have observed of your verve. My liver fails first, from the drinks you claim we enjoyed more than the rest, then my brain from racking it, and all of your jealous tests. We could have been the best but instead we dispossessed. My vulnerability undressed, as you silently screamed about this house arrest. Over, adieu, I cannot tolerate much more, of being made to feel as common as this Friday's whore. I choose to channel my energy into something more positive for me, accept the first amendment, and pursue my right to be happy. I could have given you the world, and been your oyster with never ending pearls. Yet silence killed the cat, not curiosity this time, I am the newest amputee, love's casualty as the result of this war crime. Heinous, and malice were no strangers to our love, joined by their cousin jealousy, it was inevitable that push would turn to shove. You may think I am alone, but being alone is the only way to be, as I pack my bags and leave, in the name of being free. Everything is illuminated, the all seeing eye predicted our fall, as you poked, and prodded at me, whilst thinking you were as escalated as Nepal. I cannot sit idly by, and watch a good thing fall apart, but I see that I have succumbed to another magician of the black arts. Curse me, then release me, twist my arms like I am a doll, then take a bow, and say goodbye, final curtain call. Manipulate me once, shame on me, do it again, and I have no choice but to leave. Accept your faults, as I have become privy to do, or watch your world fall asunder, the picture slightly askew. Straighten out the frame, before you attempt to do this again, there is nobody left to blame, I wish we had not hesitated to stray from being humane. There are no hard feelings, I will support you around the bends, but I love you, I do, so I have no choice but to agree that this is the end.

Black Swan

I covered my eyes, and hid behind a veil of lies, always assumed you'd remain as consistent as the sunrise. I trusted you with my life, without considering you would ever wield the knife that cut into my back, and carved out my heart. Our legacy over before it could start. The stars above sparkle no more, their shine, and their lustre have been defiled like a whore. Crumbled, destroyed, like fallen empires. You promised me immortality, yet abandoned me, leaving me as the loneliest vampire. Lestat, and the Cullens are no match for this pain, that stings my eyes as they fill with tears like acid rain. Devastated, I turn away from you, no longer a victim of your love, I thought you could take away the blues, but instead more blues colour me from above. Denounced, and left in the streets to die after being stoned, you could have been my king, but instead you chose to be dethroned. You were my parachute that failed to deploy, sending me falling, stumbling towards land in an ignoble way. Filled with decay, I sit transfixed, trying to collect the pieces that remained after our conflict. Gasping for air, I choke on my breath, hoping, and praying for an expedited death. Filled with an impending sense of dread, and doom; I have never felt more isolated in a crowded room. The faces, although, familiar begin to feel like strangers, as I search for a friend who can save me from danger. Rescue me from myself, and from the damage that I have done, I need to stop telling my story before it has begun. Out of breath, and hope, my future runs dry, as I wave down the vultures that circle the sky. They fly down to Earth, and I let them ravage my flesh, in the hopes that they will somehow make me feel refreshed. Your carnal desires took hold of your soul, and devoured my heart, as you lost control. Incomplete, and unfinished I fight to find the cure, a solution, or answer that will reassure. I choose to fight to stay on the path that will lead to salvation, regardless of whether it could break, and instead lead to my eternal damnation. Heaven or Hell, it is all the same to me now, as I have reaped the fruits that my labour never sowed. Another chance for you, even though my fears ebb and flow, hopefully in time, the love will once again flow. I hang my head, defeated, as I lay me down to sleep, and pray for forgiveness, as I silently weep. Sullen, and sunken, yet never broken, or done; the love within prevents me from acting impulsively, and reaching for my gun. I will not let this break me, but I will march on, hoping that my forgiveness will not result in your black swan. I refuse to let you be the one that got away, so I will save my sorrows, and worries for another day. The choice is mine to protect my heart with my head, refusing to leave anything left unsaid. I am accident prone, yet bulletproof, I will always make it through the rain, I just hope one day, we will be able to resume our love story that had the potential to be as sweet as the finest champagne. Forgiveness is second nature to me now, as I have matured tenfold, waiting for the day in which yours is the only hand that I want to hold. Our story continues, and unfolds to reveal a light at the end of our proverbial tunnel, my love flows into you without return, like a never-ending funnel. The tears have dried, and left me stronger than I have ever been before, the first act has completed, this was our very own cold war. The pages keep turning, as the days of our lives progress, please forgive me if I am weary after we digressed. Our story is not over, this is just a temporary roadblock, you are the only one who holds the key to my heart that is now locked. I just hope this is not a mistake that will drive the final stake into my chest, for if it is, then you will become the primary object of all the things that I detest.