Wasted.

One last look at you, as my face filled with disgust; your pathetic lust, and inability to be alone, turned your body into rust. You feign happiness, as you walk around acting oblivious, ignorant, and hideous, yet you're really not all that mysterious. To the untrained eye, you may seem like a prize, but intelligent minds can see that you are really just disguised. Like the beast in beauty's clothing, your packaging was more appealing than your fruit. If you dare to look this way one more time, you will surely get the boot from my abundant loot. Concealed within a web of lies, you naively assumed that happiness could only come from another's eyes. Rotten, barren, and bare, your skin will one day hang from your bones like your mother's stringy, foul-smelling hair. Pull out a chair, and watch me some more, as you emulate my persona, until you cannot find yourself anymore. You may think you have it all, and that the wonders of the world reside within you, but your walls will surely fall, revealing the ingredients that collaborate to create your toxic stew. Completely devoid of self-awareness, your kisses stung like acid, as your breath reeked of piss. You were an animal in your own right, white trash at its very best, once undressed, you failed to pass the dick test, as I laughed at your jaded jest. On your quest, you failed to find the security within yourself to be with anyone you considered on your level, dishevelled and horrendous were the suitors in your lineup that you had managed to bedevil. Yet then I came along, like the sweetest rose you had ever smelled; in the wrong, you threw your hangups out the window as I joined the rest and gave you Hell. Berated you for your stupidity, and lack of confidence; insecurity lined the streets of your city, and prevented you from being anybody's prince. Tsunamis will wash away the likes of you, flooding over you, and giving you a rinse; you can trick yourself into believing whatever you want, yet the rest of the world still remains unconvinced. Die a death of dreariness, doused in disdain, and decay; you were the weakest link to date, as you cried endlessly, and turned my love to hate. You are a wasted, ungrateful little schmuck, be appreciative that you got to taste this, you dirty little fuck. Rest in pieces with your weaklings, enjoy the life that left you long ago. Devoid of you my world is full of wonder, and excitement, and once again my future is aglow.

Instant.

Caught in a whirlwind of emotions as I race to reach the finish line, like some rivers lead to oceans, mine only seemed to lead me to landmines. Maligned, and derailed for the path that I have chosen, I will smarten up, and focus, as my heart thaws out, no longer frozen. I wash the tears away, as I record them while they circle the drain, one's train needs to get wrecked, in order to be whole again. Born again, revived, as I vow to return to being my own best friend. Half my life was spent in the shadows with the deranged, rearranged until my world was in disarray, and no longer looked the same. Tricked myself once, shame on me, fooled me twice, then drowned myself in a lake filled with my own self-pitying misery. I could either go through the motions or force myself to stay devoted, my future was once so bright, and then it just started to seem like it had been aborted. Short-circuited, won't function anymore, as I was tomorrow's child, then started to become yesterday's whore. I abhorred the stares but only because I was uncomfortable with myself, had to realize that self-love was more important than the social disease known as success that I placed higher upon my shelf. I came out of my shell, only to recede into it hours later, watched my emotions as they went up and down, like an unruly, and possessed elevator. Roller coasters of depression aligned the streets of my amusement park, forcing me to admit that my life was becoming another farce that was just dark. The stars began to shun me, the man in the moon cut me off forevermore; yet I still waited, staring through the peephole, to see who was going to show up at my front door. Would it be death, full of sadness, and decay? Or would it be the game of life, beckoning for me to come out and play? I answered, with an open mind, curious to see what I would find, surprised myself upon realizing that somehow I was no longer in a bind. Misery loved company but I had her removed, crossed my heart and prayed to live, immediately reaping the benefits that my soul approved. Improved, I managed to find my way through the darkness where my shadow lived, from this moment, I will no longer silently accept the lack of joy that I refuse to live and give. Turbulence was hit, as my ambulance careened through traffic lined streets, in an instant all was fixed, no longer willing to concede to my defeat.

Kindred.

After treading through murky waters, and surviving my darkest hour, I somehow managed to find a beacon of hope, no longer preparing myself for slaughter. You took my hand into your own, and now hold the key to my heart; I trust that you will keep it safe, even as the distance between us keeps us apart. Your eyes, the windows to your soul, are filled with kindness as they console; I accept that you might just be the missing piece that will make my puzzle whole. There has yet to be a dull moment, as minutes turn into hours as your voice caresses me through the phone; I am enamoured in my entirety as I can see that your body is devoid of a single wicked bone. Revenge and vindictiveness are quickly becoming ghosts from my torrid past, my heart races fast as it hopes this feeling never fades away, and will always last. Adventure and excitement align the forests of this enchanted land, as I meander through your Narnia, similar to Houdini, your every wish is now my command. Ready to embark on this endeavour, I have surrendered and hung my white flag, like a newborn puppy, your every move makes my tail wag. Moses' promised land exists within your smile, I think therefore I exist, as I promise you that I will be here for the longest while. The tears flow no more, as the rivers within me have now dried, I will not walk ahead or behind you, but hand in hand, and always beside. Hope floats, and will surely ebb and flow just like the tide, agape flows through my veins once more, so grateful that our paths collided, and are now aligned. Serenity, and adoration fill my heart, as I will be forever indebted to you for wanting to also be mine. Your kisses, and touch send chasms of quivers up and down my spine, I thank the Heavens as I feel blessed and fortunate to have found a kindred spirit who is truly one of a kind.

Clarity 2.0.

Treaded through the darkness, and made it through the storms, as we encountered deserts, that threatened to ruin us from their warmth. The hurricanes between us ebbed and flowed until our boat was rocked, earthquakes created chasms of distance, as if our success were blocked. Tsunamis ripped apart our cities, and pirates tried to force us to abandon ship, causing me to question whether we were well enough equipped. Tidal waves rose and washed their victims ashore, yet somehow we managed to survive the subzero temperatures of our very own cold war. While it was calm, and through the rain, I saw you standing there, looking vulnerable once again. I asked myself if I was ready for another round, surprised myself when I found that I still had the strength to pursue this love that is profound. Without fail, and devoid of a single doubt within my mind, I knew I could not let go, as our love turned out to be one of a kind. Who else was I to talk to when my smile began to fade, who was going to save me from my own personal queen of spades? I swallowed my pride, and willed myself to find the strength to confide in you once more; hopped on for one more ride, hoping once again to fill my heart with our love's decor. You are the kindest knight to ever capture my downtrodden heart, the only one that dared to tear down the walls that you encountered from the start. Your persistence is endearing, and fills me with such joy, to see that I am not merely an option, and not just another child's toy. Although the Mayans may have predicted the end, our love would have kept Nostradamus guessing. I see now, through new eyes, that what we have is entirely a blessing. Kiss me, tease me, satisfy, and heal me, all I want is for you to feel me. Take my hand into your own, and look into my onyx eyes, let's sail the world, oh the places we'll go, and experience the majesty of the many suns as they rise. Ecstatic beyond recognition that we have been granted a reprise, I am more grateful than you will ever know to have you to hold until the end of time.