Sen5es.

Broken by the memories that haunt my conscious state, I curse the Gods in misery for my dreaded fate. I tried to grow, and be positive, but this love has only transformed into hate, you were sadly the one that I had mistaken for my soul's true mate. I yearn to feel your hands wrapped up in my own, and crave to feel the softness of your lips that so often reminded me of home. I long to smell the scent, the fragrance of your own cologne, and still desire to see the beauty and majesty that line the streets of Rome. I want to travel around the world with you and taste all of its exotic foods, I need to relive and hear the melody of our joyous étude. I wish upon the stars up high that one day we will see, the canals in Venice and then take the train to Germany. I can still taste you on my tongue although your memory is quickly fading away, please come back and fill my world with colour again; take away the greys. I feel the coarse and rough remorse that stabs me, jagged like the rocks that line the shore. I smell the ashes, and remnants of the fire that once burned between us, extinguished forevermore. I taste the bitterness of losing you that stings my mouth like citrus fruit, it's acidity is not good to me as I finally see that we were just not meant to be. I see you with him and I silently seethe, knowing that he could never fill even one of my shoes. How naive of him to think that he is adored and not just simply being used, I have paid my dues, and thus refuse to return to substance abuse. You were just my muse, a toy whenever I needed to play. Mark my words, that on this very day, I will never return to your symphony of fire and your desolate decay. From now on I will protect my heart with my head, instead of running and embracing the false notion of love with open arms. I will use my five senses to guide me through isolated moments where I am crawling in the dark, no longer a passenger on this toxic love's sinking ship, I have finally, and fortunately found the will to disembark. I count my blessings, not my losses of which you are surely one; the emptiness subsides and my self-respect and dignity have finally triumphed and won. I heard my conscience crying out, pleading for me to come to my senses; I listened for the first time, rebuilt my walls and regained my defences.

Macbeth.

Watch my handstands, take in my magic tricks, as you play your last hand, I am no longer transfixed. I stood idly by as you stole all my sheep, turned them into your own, and then resold them for dirt cheap. You sit on your throne, like the king that created change, yet you initiated nothing, you're only the king of all things deranged. I am a star in my very own right, I do not need to spread my wings in order to take flight. I was born to win, paid the cost to be the best. Watch my sun rise, and then set in the west. I am a sure thing, consistency resides within me, you are hit or miss, living in your world of childish self-pity. Your city's been conquered repeatedly like Bahrain, I made ruthlessness my friend stopping at no end to ensure the pain you inflicted would be felt by you again. Vindictive in my own right as I stripped you of your sight, made you crawl around in the dark, then ignited the spark that burned you alive like Joan of Arc. Your ship has sunk, it lays at the bottom of the sea, all of your belongings ruined for the pain that you've caused me. First to go was your confidence, which I toyed with on a daily basis, then your sanity which I defiled resulting in the most savage salacious stasis. I finished by ravaging your sense of goodness; gracious! All of this because you claimed to be the one, yet you still failed and left my puzzle undone. I climbed up your castle only to realize it was merely a well, confused the beauty within your eyes for Heaven when it was actually Hell. I toiled and troubled, double double, burned you like fire and made my cauldron bubble. You plagued my house and my mother's too, until you incited the anger that made me come looking for you. Like the running bulls of Spain, I chased you through your town, impaled you on my horns, and then I stole your crown. You cut like barbed wire, like a rose full of thorns, so I cut you with my words and made you regret that you were born. Like a child aborted within the first three months of its life, you were the cause for my sorrows, filled my world with strife. Under the sea, you failed to shock me like an electric eel, so I prodded you with my pitchfork for failing to entice me with your lack of sex appeal. How could you claim to be real when you were airbrushed and then retouched, I should have called your bluff, no longer in your clutch. You poisoned me with words, left me barren plus bare, ravaged my towns with your fiery infernos, tell me how am I supposed to breathe with no air? Your acidic assiduousness burned my eyes, like the web of lies you weaved; I was merely hypnotized. Like the theme of death in Macbeth, you reaped my soul without waiting for my last breath. Prematurely murdered by a mouse who claimed to be a man, wait for my return, I will regain control of this land. I am a king, I was made to rule the world, you are merely an oyster, obsolete, as you failed to deliver my pearl. Classy lady karma will surely have her way with you, so I will sit back, relax and kick back waiting for what's long overdue. Divine intervention will be the cause of your death, your face unrecognizable like a heavy user of crystal meth. I will surround myself, as I live a life filled with beauty; I am as sweet and fragrant as the most wonderful potpourri. Your services are no longer needed, so you have been given the pink slip, goodbye; I vow to never again kiss those lips that rarely soothed me like a lullaby. Over and done, I walk away from the remnants of your disaster, if you had listened to my words of wisdom, you would have realized I was the master. All that is left for you is buried six feet underground, lost but I was found but your fifteen minutes of lame are over, and your sailors have all drowned. You should have abandoned ship and perhaps your luck would have changed, now you walk the world alone, crazy and deranged. Grab a hold of the nearest person you can find, then you can take them down with you, let them drink of you like cheap wine. My work here is done, I can move on to higher pastures; I hope life gives you what you deserve in the sweet hereafter. Rest in pieces, not peace for the disarray you gave to me; the dissonance no longer triumphs. I am finally free.

Flawed Design.

Now that your cards have been dealt, I wish you well as I watch the acidic rain pour down on you as you painfully melt. Inspired although you left much to be desired, your layers peel away to reveal the ugliness of you that cut like barbed wire. Your time has run out along with your fifteen minutes of lame, you tried to play me but I beat you at your own foolish game. I have regained my strength and rebuilt the walls that you broke down; I have conquered armies and watched them fall only to re-earn my crown. Some say there is power in numbers but I learnt to stand and hold my own alone. I created a monster out of you, but just wait until you're punished when I return to my throne. You had me fooled as I believed I had caught a falling star, you were the weakest of my conquests and the easiest by far. I smile spitefully as I watch you lay blindly upon your bed of lies, feel renewed and splendid as you near your dear demise. What made you think that I was even in your league, how naive of you to assume I didn't see the tricks you hid inside your sleeve. I was born a winner, King Midas envied the way I made you feel like you were gold; now that I've gone away, you need to wake up and realize that you are as admired as the common cold. I could have given you the world and let you taste the finest wines, but instead you chose to betray me, you are a flawed design. At your age you have already reached the summit of your success, as my noblesse increases, respect my fragrant finesse. Bow down to me and lick my boots if you want to keep your head, I will terrorize your dreams and fill your thoughts with dread. Practice what you preach, accept that you are weak or prepare to meet your maker, learn to think before you speak. I will put you under the sea to let the pain of losing me sink in and set me free. Your ship's wrecked and twenty thousand leagues below, when I am done with you, you will join the ranks of all the other John Does. Train wreck in the making, I cannot wait for you to crash; I will laugh indulgently as I see you burn and turn to ash. Your plane falls from the sky as your parachute fails to deploy, you claimed to be a man but you were hardly even a boy. You blow up and explode like gasoline, you scarred my skin and made it scab, you were the worst gangrene. I abhor the way you seek pity and claim to play the martyr, always claiming to be the victim; wait in vain until the poison in your veins kicks in, and death's kiss leaves you feeling numb. I am on my way to the top, Everest and higher, my ambition will never stop. You on the other hand are no longer in demand, like a broken toy, you are obsolete as your wishes are no longer my command. Reap what you sow, as your cup overflows, you drink greedily of life and I hope you choke. You killed my honour and pillaged my town, tread with caution as I will surely knock you down. Drowned in a sea of your own self-pity, continue to wallow in your own misery while I attack your city. I will make you question your sanity and toy with your security, have you running for the hills and swallowing a plethora of pills. All of this because you reckoned with the wrong force, I will religiously riot and fill your life with remorse. I cleaned out our closets and locked all of our doors, you belong in the past just like the cold war. I am over and out, better than you until the bitter end, you were the most repugnant lover, and an even more vile friend. The stench of your decay fills the room and makes the wallpaper wilt, run and hide like the scared little child that you are, burdened by your guilt. With you I was entombed in a casket filled with eternal scorn, but now that you are gone, I can breathe again, revived as I have been reborn.

Antique.

The more volatile you were, the more I was drawn; if our love was Chess, I would have been your pawn. I craved your whips and your chains, wanted to refrain but the temptation of your poetic pain always overpowered my masochistic brain. I regressed the pain but it would just wash down and over me like acid rain. I thought you were the one but you were just spun. Like Rapunzel weaving endlessly, you toiled all night until you filled my heart with nothing but sheer, demonic fright. How audacious of you to accuse me of doing wrong, when you blackened my lips and burnt my soul with your thorny song. You will die alone, crying out in your sleep, once you realize your sadness is what you have reaped. Cry your crocodile tears, stop distracting me while I hold the steering wheel. Your meagre issues are tired and lame, cancelled my subscription so that I could remain ahead of the game. How dare you assume that I will pick up and resume, you have embarrassed me while making me even more unhappy. I refuse to compete with you for attention, as you provoke me further with your hidden agenda and dishonourable intentions. You claim to be from Beverly Hills yet you are filled with trash, less desirable than my cigarette's ash. Stop tricking yourself into thinking that I screwed it all up, just like an eternal pessimist, you prefer to see a half emptied cup. You drank all of it, fool then said you were drunk; go sit on the curb with the rest of yesterday's junk. No one will treat you like I dared to now, hurry up and consume the pain that your selfishness has sowed. Miserable and alone, atone for your sins, while I dreamily rid myself of you, much to your chagrin. I've emptied our accounts and sold all the cars, as you sit wistfully reminiscing of me in your meat market bars. You may think you are fresh meat in a room full of aged hams, yet your thoughts are hardly worth the screwed up credit, you were my exam. I passed with flying colours and rose to the top of my class, try to accept fault and not blame your sadness on tear gas. We could have been epic, I would have built you your own Taj Mahal; instead, you've left me breathless as I poke pins into your voodoo doll. The first pin goes into your eyes to help you see how you have maligned, the second into your heart so you can separate truth from art. The third and final needle will pierce your soul like knives, hoping to shed light on the way in which you will now be deprived. You lost the best to ever come your way, the one who would have held your hand and saved you from your self-inspired decay. I would have made you bloom like white roses in the fall, instead I have surrendered and watched my kings' men fall. Down came the horses and down came the dames, as they tried to put your life back together in vain. You are a piece of work destined to never change and bound to come crashing down like the depression era stock exchange. Like the emperor who donned his new robe in jest, watch and stubbornly refuse to accept it when I walk away like all the rest. One day, I hope that you will oblige and act your own age, as your immaturity repulsed me and filled me with rage. Cautiously, I tread away from your Neverland, I hope for your own sake that you eventually grow up and stop playing Peter Pan. I am no Tinkerbell so I bid you farewell, this toxic love was not enough as it burned my skin like the fiery pits of Hell. With my pitchfork I prod at you once more, hoping to show you why you are so deplored. Grim and evil I will remain; jaded, as bitterness adds to the insanity in my membrane. I crossed my heart and hoped to die after sticking needles in your eye that if this train comes off the track, then I would turn the page and never look back. Over and done, failure has won again, like the sand in Bahrain, I have slipped through your fingers like blood that coagulates in your veins. Serenity fills every cell and fibre of my being, as I have escaped from vile you, I should have seen that this was fleeting. Caught up in the rapture of my long awaited liberation, I fill with elation, as I light my match and throw it into your gasoline; you were the most unclean, and devoid of hygiene so I had no choice but to lean towards the obscene. Say hello to your destiny, filled to the brim with eternal damnation, as I slip away into the night, stay fascinated whilst on your permanent vacation. Death becomes you though it was a long time in the making, in the future please be more aware of whose heart it is that you're breaking. Cut along the dotted lines I drew onto your wrists, as you're body fills with boils, and the most wretched cysts. Goodbye, rest in piece, as I cock the gun that will seal your fate, you have a play date with your demise, you ingrate.