Chemical Warfare.

The oxygen you provided once is more like poison now, as you slit my throat with overbearing love, and the blood spills out. The doubts fill me throughout like carbon monoxide gas, as I have replaced you with another, join the ranks of the second class. Anthrax awareness alarmed me, as your nitrogen nude nuances neglected my reverie, forcing me to set you fluorine free. The chemicals between us ceased to exist in harmony, drastically decreasing the likelihood of the conception of progeny. Your arsenic, aciduous heart resulted in your reaching out to my lovers past in your time of need, future suitors will take heed, of your pathetic, and pitiful ignoble deeds. You claimed to be comprised of krypton, yet you were hardly a noble gas, you played make believe and had me convinced that you were less than a global ass. Chernobyl, and Hiroshima have recovered better than you, as you are now a no man's land, in a state of disrepair that is worse than the Roman ruins. Like titanium, you formed a coat of hatred around my reactive hydrogen heart, you claimed to be the gold I deserved, but I was only able to find lead once I tore you apart. Lithium salt leery, you were a terrible toy for my mental health, since you've been gone, I have appreciated in value, losing you had the greatest influence on my wealth. Bite your tungsten tongue the next time you feel the need to misinform others of the damage that you claimed that I have done, or prepare for karma and her cobalt crossbow to pour mercury directly into your lungs. Atomic bombs of annoyance were the final acts that set fire to my mind, the argon inside was not enough to reduce the feeling that I was confined. Chemical warfare love that we both received through sexually transmitted mail, endangered, not extinct, I refuse to become a victim like you, I will not let you be the wrong to my right whale. Brave tin soldier that I am, I proved resilient, and I have managed to survive. Your delinquent departure was welcome with open arms, I feel redeemed, and reborn, like radium, I have been revived.

Cards.

Twenty four, three too many for the perfect hand in life's biased game of Blackjack, but just enough to strike back with a well memorized massive attack. I compromised too much of myself to lose it all in one round of Russian roulette, paid the cost to be the best, so return my ante, and retain your bets. I will be victorious, I was born to win, effortlessly notorious, it kills my many critics to encounter my resilience. I am no longer the pawn that kept getting knocked down, but I am the king who gets stronger with each round. You were the black queen; wickedness run rampant through your veins, I was always two steps ahead, immune to your endless games. Attention deficit and as blind as the jaded one-eyed Jack, you may have made Jill take a spill, but I am much smarter than that. You said you would go straight and never stray again but you lied, so this royal flushed you away and watched our future die. I have always been adept at doing too much to fast, similarly, we were over in a blink, it was never meant to last. I was the jack of all trades to your less than ace of spades love, there are no more hearts left to play, now that push has turned to shove. Without any warning, you turned this into a childish game of War, as I stole most of your poker chips, then left you as worthless as a wiley whore. Grow a pair of clubs, before you try again with love, all your cards have now been dealt, continue to play the victim, and watch your potential melt. Your jilted joker and its jest were not enough to save the rest. No longer your dealer, you've been granted your final hand, no cause for celebration, or reason for reprimand. For the last time, I denied your dismaying demands, as disbelief deceived your heart, you were forced to say goodbye to my handstands.

Addiction.

Cocaine covered clouds that would cushion and comfort my falls, have ceased to provide security, through life's many curveballs. Methamphetamine dreams laced with paranoia and delusion, solely fill my world with desolation, and crack ignited confusion. Made Mary Jane my mistress, reached out to her when I was down, with an embrace, one simple kiss, she once was able to make me feel so profound. Ecstasy would take me high, and help me soar, gone are the days now when I was a user, I am drugs' whore no more. Acid trip traps that I used as a means to escape, have lost their ability now, to help me forget the many memories of rape. I was once a jaded junkie living amongst the untouchables of North American society, instead I have turned a new leaf, contrived of clarity, and sobriety. I am no longer a victim, nor a product of my environment, it is in my nature to nurture, or else face extinction, and endangerment. Painkillers and opiates that I once thought would make me immune to pain now provide me with no relief as I pour them down the drain. Alcohol, the great depresser, was supposed to wash my fears away, instead of amplifying my sadness, and making my tears resurface; now they are here to stay. An addiction addled past has made me waste away so fast, as I tossed and turned in my sleepless state only to find the strength within, the fire that will burn to ensure that my life lasts. My unchained melody is the plight that will never set me free, once these boundaries cease to be walls, how will these changes affect my sanity? I am human, hear me roar, victorious until the end, I need to slip as I am fallible but that is the only way that I can mend. I will survive, and prevail, I am the proverbial phoenix rising from the ashes, determination flows through my veins, there will be no more accidents, or self-inflicted sullen slashes. Today, I need to make the promise that I am committed to my cause, there is no more room for relapse, only the open acceptance of my flaws.

Dismissal.

My survival has ceased to be dependent on your fickle, fascist regime. I am number one again now, no longer feel the need to be a part of your team. The tears dried on their own as you failed to appropriately feign support; I run freely now as my airplane has been released from death's arid airport. Tossed aside so you could explore other carnal desires, I was merely your whore. Your two-faced heart can beat for me no more, enjoy your latest conquest who seems to be such a bore. I am passion and he is solely lust, stick with him, and accept my curse; the guilt within will turn your love to rust. I can guarantee that your world will fade to black, once you realize that someone truly genuine is everything that you lack. Christened a killer but baptized a brat, your treacherous deeds will make you fall flat. The bloodred wine that flows through your veins, was frigid, ice cold as it tried to make me irrelevant, then certify me mundane. Unbeknownst to you, your attempts were in vain, for all you accomplished was the hatred, which now permanently resides within my brain. I may deserve your vengeance but I refuse to accept this, sealed with death's dire kiss, you are finally dismissed.