Deeper.

My cancer soaked heart is what led me here, leaving me confused, it is more than I can bare. I have never felt so cheap or used, as I battle my foreign fears. I am the sole cause, the muse, for my own dark despair. Night falls as death threatens to strip me of my soul. I know I should fight harder but to what avail? For your vision of love, my frigid heart still tolls. My fountain of youth, you were my holy grail. Crawling through the dark, I searched for the rabbithole that would lead me back to you. Before my soul accepts its fate, and succumbs to heartbreak's fatal flu. Love is a flesh eating virus that poisons your brain; makes you foolishly see beauty in things that are mundane. I thought that I would break the pattern and put an end to this chain, but instead I pull the plug, you win. Watch my hopes and dreams for us as they circle the drain. I gave you all of me, hopelessly, even things that were solely intended for me. Then toyed with your emotions, demonized you until you had no choice but to exorcise yourself of me and set yourself free. You were a victim of my distorted notion of love, twisted, tossed, and turned until you were forced to seek guidance from above. Queen karma will surely make me suffer for my mistreatment of you or perhaps it is enough recompense for me to watch another reap the benefits of you. Is it me that you think of while he whispers in your ear? Do you think that he has it in him to undo your sadness and then dry your tears? If you can answer yes and attest that I never loved you best. Be my guest, and digress, just remember that my love for you will flow eternal, it is deeper than the rest.

Crossroads.

My indecision has paved two roads; one made with dreams, the other with gold. With each step forward, I further unload and drift farther away from your hands which I so longed to hold. A future filled with you would never be fickle it would be only be sweet, but desire is a demon, it is a two way street. My heart sees only in blacks and whites, no in-betweens, but the hope inside multiplies like forests filled with evergreens. The eternal flame will always burn as I hold your heart in my hand through the falls from which you will learn. I am your friend, an ally, first and foremost as I sit and await your acceptance of me as your loving host. I will possess you like a child in its mothers womb, like kings from long ago possess their luxurious tombs. Toxic waste landfills and radioactive despair line the boulevards of broken dreams that appeared now that you are no longer here. Biohazardous balloons float to the Heavens then pop, blinding my eyes, when will this misery stop? Rearranged in my head are the playgrounds of my childhood that ceased to exist once we became misunderstood. Andalusian avenues that appeared out of the blue made my world grey without the comfort of you. Crystal clear waters coughed chlorine then died, as my actions resulted in all hopes for our future to die. The confused chaotic canker sores that poisoned me have run away but what of it now as the acid rain stays. We could have had it all; the sun, moon, and stars, too. Instead, I stung your eyes like bargain shop shampoo. Like a cancer, this has left me feeling helpless, and frail, as our train derailed, losing its trail. One day in the future our paths will once again entwine but until that day comes, I will take solace in the dreams, like lullabies, in which you never stopped loving me, never stopped being mine.

Superhuman.

Greyer by the minute, your time ages me each day. Ticking hands that repeat to the beat, bringing me closer to decay. In my grave, you will still count down until you no longer exist as well. The time you thought was real was mere fiction, was designed to give you Hell and reap all of its convictions. Those who chose freedom were the ones who truly lived, as they worked hard to receive the love that they would equally give. Father future, frustrated, feigned satisfaction with his class, as some of his students, us particularly, refused to save the best for last. The water keeps on boiling, creating steam throughout the Earth as a layer of fog and mist are born, making the world and its inhabitants forget their self-worth. We could have been heroes, yet we cowered, hoped to never get caught, as we disdainfully claimed the rewards, the consequences that through our actions we had bought. Waste of life, waste of skin but whose glass house can decide? A lot of us were misdirected and then arrived by chance, and petulant pride. Hoping heavily to fit in, and join the others in their oblivious, foolish dance. Little big planet that is enamoured with the sun, moon, and the stars has inspired us to reach our breaking points as our heads fill with dread as red as mother Mars. Growing internally giants or beanstalks could never be this tall. I whisper worry falsely as I always survive my falls. Stronger than the sadness or sorrow that preys upon my soul, I am secretly all that I will ever need to one day be whole. Daily threats of tears that skim the surface of my eyes, although disheartening, will never be enough for me to reject the sun's majestic rise. I will climb the highest mountains, and be faster than the speed of light. Just call me superhuman, the one who will never fail to make it right. I can shape-shift and perform, make you feel at ease. My retractable claws and healing will bring you to your knees. This time won't you save me, your words echo in my ears; in turn, I will run, leap tall buildings, clearing Gotham City of all of your fears. Mind control will make you revere me, I will be your motivation, and your boss. As your lips and hips lose all self-control, your mind will no longer be lost. Walking on water I feel so light and carefree, the wilderness inside is now devoid of life and trees. I have the power to control everything that exists within my land. I can make it rain or snow with just a flick, a twist, of my stormy hands. Magic courses through my veins, it is the beat that makes my bionic heart be real; Tin Man timid as I pretend that I am unable to feel. Writer by day, lifesaver by night as I don my cape and mask. You give me poison, and kryptonite when your support is what I really want to fill my fading flask.

Surrender.

Your coffee stained heart is devoid of caffeine now, as you buried me alive, in your hostility I drowned. Our white sheets have been dyed red, to match the blood that was spilled, yet a flicker of hope remains that this is just another fire drill. Your cauldron of hatred bubbles over, burning me like the sun's apocalyptic flares, though all I ever wanted was for someone, anyone, to be there. Bravery has abandoned me, there is no courage left in my cowardly lion heart, benevolent but broken before we even had a chance to fill the pages of our lives with beautiful art. Stop, this was all a farce, that has left my memories jaded, and scattered so sparse. Your charade will be a hard act to follow, novocaine numb now with a heart that is twice as hollow. My white flag hangs at half-mast in honour of my demise, as crocodile tears sprout, then sting, as they trail down your face, and stain your sorry eyes. My world was in disarray, as it yearned to be your oyster, now I stumble through the streets, staggering as I roister. I berate you for taking me out too deep when I can hardly swim, the chances of us rekindling our romance now are eating disorder slim. I trim the fat hoping to gain insight in good time, putting an end to the cycle now, you were the most maleficent mime. You claimed that you loved me, that you would support my frivolous falls, but in the end your abhorrence for me seeped through making me feel so small. Lower than I have ever been, I shut the door to you, my heart will not be receptive anymore as it refuses to accept that you have dyed it with the blues. My sweet surrender to you led me right into death's hands, so go directly to jail, do not pass GO, you were merely a depiction of a man. Poster of a boy you had me fooled for far too long, please fly away home, and leave me again, this is the end of our love song.