Battlefield.

All affection abolished, removed from me as it had become obsolete.  Assassinated now though we were allies once, you shot the arrow that sealed my dreary fate.  Invaded by darkness, every blind turn leads to destruction.  The deserts are filled with life when compared to the desolation that has devoured my wasteland, preying on it from every angle until it was barren.  Annihilated by my own insecurities, even the most remote glimmer of hope becomes a welcome distraction from my despair.  Forced to fight, though you chose to flee, the greatest difference between you and I was your fear.  You left me stranded as you pulled away, creating excuses that were ambiguous and unfair.  Beads of sweat dance on my brow, the sweltering heat from the fire burning voraciously inside me is the light that guides my way when it's pitch black and I am rendered blind.  I walk through the valley of the shadow of death unperturbed by the misery reflected within, as I have been desensitized in a sense by my own rejection of attachment.  Impermanence infects everything from ice that melts leaving behind a watery trail to the loved ones that support us without fail.  Nothing is forever as everything changes and falls apart, all good things must come to an end yet still it's always better to have loved and lost than not at all.  A heart devoid of love is like a soul sabotaged by strife, like the stars without their light, or the unexamined life.  Trust teetered between us as you had never learned to love yourself; blaming yourself for my detriment as though I was only conceived when we first met.  A lifetime of longing was ultimately highly lacking in that it only led me to cross your pitiful path.  Love does not turn away, it grabs a sword and prepares for battle.  My love is never led astray, it perseveres until it crosses the finish line every single time, until all hail the victorious.  Unwavering, flawed but I do not falter as I accept that I am infallible and prone to making mistakes from which I always learn.  The pages of our feigned fairy tale romance seared, caught fire then burned leaving nothing but ashes; each ember testament to the truth that we were never meant to be.  With charred fingers from holding hands that singed every time they touched, I search the remnants of us scattered throughout a cemetery devoted to our rotten love.  I became an impediment to you, a mere thorn you so easily pulled from your side.  Deserted again, as I must now take in stride the anguish that accompanies being repeatedly denied.

Bloodsexmagic.

                     


I do handstands right before I run circles around you, leave you in a daze; you have no idea what has come over you.  Hypnotized by me, I have you eating out of the palm of my hand.  Wrapped around my finger, tightly, though it's your own blood that refuses to circulate.  As you grow more dizzy, the endorphins rushing to your head, I fool you once, twice, three times until you beg for me to stop playing with your heart and leave you dead.  You should have just finished what you decided to start.  Your vulnerability will never be a match for my wizardry, I mystify you with my magic, entrance you with my eyes.  Bewitch you with my wickedness, it's time you pay your price.  I should've trusted my instinct and been the opposite of nice. I can convince myself it was all an illusion, that you have always been despised.  Vilified with voodoo, highly trained in the dark arts, a few words are all it takes for me to have you under my spell.  I curse the day that you crossed my path, more ominous than black cats or broken mirrors.  The evil eye surrounds you, which is why you were rotten to your core.  Once I would have done anything for you, like a Genie, every single wish of yours was my command until I came to my senses and the smoke cleared, revealing your deceptive master plans.  Abracadabra, I wave my wand and poof, you disappear from plain sight.  Hocus pocus, double double toil and trouble and similar words were my mantra behind the veil of restless nights.  Beguiled by your charm, I danced like a snake to the melody of your horn, coming face to face with harm.  My alchemy was too powerful for your cunning attempts to get the best of me.  You believed every enchanted word that slipped through my seductive lips, not logical but supernatural, our love succumbed to your doubts by which they were eclipsed.  Now you see it, now you don't love that was prone to ups and downs, presto change-o, as our luck dried out, karma will get you now.

Double Standard.

You played love intoxicating me like rain's melody until it became evident that you just wanted to get the best of me.  Double standard love that cut like a sword sharpened on both sides, the hypocrisy of your theories shone brightly as you chose to run and hide.  Instead of support, you offered me the coldest shoulder, oh how it froze.  Your cowardice could kill even the most callous rose.  I gave and gave of me, until my body was just skin, bones and sinews; you took, fed hungrily of me, until there was nothing left for you to grab on to.  It was then you turned and left, claiming that it was for the best; told me what you think I ought to do as though the cure can come so easily.  Easier said than done, my friend, your abandonment has made you my enemy.  I have survived much harder harder falls, always landing on my feet; you lacked the ingredients to make my recipe complete.  Turn the other cheek, avert your gaze if we see one another in the streets, for you have shown me new versions of deceit.  Insecure as you were, our downfall was entirely attributed to me, as though I was a tyrant whose misery depended on your company.  Without any accountability, you turned away and then still naively believed we could remain in love; although my love is unconditional, I will not be anybody's fool.  You used then deserted me, yet through the haze of your vanity, you fail to see that you were calculatedly cruel.  Good riddance to you, this is but a splinter in my side, once removed, I will return to living my magnificent life.  Lucky you, count your blessings for having a chance with me, a hard act to follow, surely any successors will taste failure and defeat.

Besieged.

The stars illuminated the sky, shining brighter than I had ever seen, though my innocence prevented me from suspecting they were warning me.  I lay my head down and slipped into the sweetest sleep before I was deceived by my own dreams.  In my deep slumber, I was oblivious to your men scaling my castle walls.  First there were two, then ten, then fifty armed men, ready to risk their lives until my fortress fell.  Your cowardice compelled you to attack with the moon as your accomplice, though even twilight could not conceal your poor sportsmanship.  Under siege under the stars with all of my knights in their beds, you set fire to my vulnerability then watched as my world burned.  I was forced awake as smoke filled my lungs, gasping for air as I became aware of your invasion.  My pride and stubbornness refused to be taken down without a fight, as I became more alert with every moment of that critical night.  Your cruel crusade was no match for my logic or reason, as I rounded up my men, determined to crucify you for your treason.  I will not be violated by one so weak and especially not whilst I am asleep.  You underestimated me for the last time and now I will show you what sets us apart.  With all of your support captured by mine, I search for you wildly through the inferno that ravages my home.  I find you cowering in fear, the most pitiful sight I have ever seen.  Your nature is exposed, only deserving of sympathy.  I set you free, for you are already imprisoned by your fear to live.