Dearly Departed.

Plebeian pleasures that only appealed to me in passing moments, idiots so ignorant that were unworthy of my romance. Your failure to ignite the incandescence of my incense, was enough for me to protest, and forget about your pretense. Rapidly realized that you were not ever all that rare, like a steak well done, your time was over before you could claim that you had won. Failed to stun, although you never left home without your glue gun. Glitter was your weapon, but your love was just a rerun. I chose myself instead, refused to settle for passive aggression and its lack of pleasure. I am a treasure, solid gold; a diamond surrounded by casual, catatonic coal. Carefully consoled, I chose to hold myself in closer context, you exacerbated my existence, punished me with your persistence whilst alienating my own assistance. I am the master, you were the muse, when it's all over, get up and leave; you've been used. I only need me, your impermanence transparent; as you tried to tempt me, as if it were inherent. I have conquered chaos, triumphed typhoons, meandered mountains, and micromanaged the moon. You are a buffoon to think that I would trade it all for you, for someone that consistently bites off more than they can chew. If challenge was your child, it would already be dead; nauseated by knowledge, you chose indolent ignorance instead. I am one in a million, a star in my own right yet with you I falter, and my lustre is never as bright; so for me to settle for someone of your stature should have made me feel outright contrite. Cognition concealed, revelations revealed, it becomes clearer to me with each new day that I was out of your playing field. In a league of my own, I play for one team, and it is mine; I am no longer inclined to feel the need to be perpetually entwined. We may have wined, dined, and reclined only to make me see that I am far too refined, for you. You have been give the pink slip without the option of resign. Today, I only choose me, myself, and I. You are not unlike the dearly departed, as you have been declined.

Medic.

You were my medic as you made the final incision and cut my heart in two. Kept the biggest piece for yourself, the first time you had ever made a decision, now my blood bleeds blue. You doctored the romance, all of it untrue, that made me fall for you. Scalpel sharp, and surgery cold, as you transplanted trust into me, but it was misconstrued. Now I lie waiting in the operating room hoping to be fixed by you; your malpractice resulted in the malignancy of me, which you could never undo. Tremors, shakes, and quivers, ulcers, but somehow your love remains my hunger pain, sprained my trust in you whenever you would stray, but your attention was still enough to make me feel renewed. Now I suffer from the aches of arrhythmia as my heart still beats for you, disengaged from all my favourite places, with my life in dire need of review. My liver threatens to leave me abandoned, yet I still refuse to admit that I have taken to drinking for two. We were a pair that should have never separated; you were like my other lung, now tell me how am I supposed to breathe without you? The psychology of me is not that difficult to comprehend, as I sit and try, and wait in vain to be my own best friend. The blood that courses through my veins, sometimes it feels pretend; all my internal organs failed at once, now that we have come to an end. Serotonin, dopamine have left along with you, the only way for me to feel complete is through medication and its use. With the paintings of my life slightly askew, I find it difficult at times to breathe, instead of seeking out what I know makes me happy, I prefer to remain subdued. With all of your surgical tools, this tumor will be hardest to erase, the emptiness I surround myself with, feels as permanent as a temporary tattoo. I will survive, and find myself in the recovery room ready to remove these bandages and heal, without you, there is still a me; the beauty within me is not something that I should ever conceal. My body refuses to grow cold and wear out simply because my life is devoid of you, this cadaver has nine lives, and on you I only wasted two. Soon enough you will be replaced like all the others before you; painted my world with blacks and greys for you, now only the brightest hues and colours dye my mood.

Chaos.

Your chaos had a melody, that I danced to all day long. The trauma of your design was enough for me to consider losing it all. The recipe of your disaster was the most beautiful song, as I tried to paint with vibrancy to avoid any further falls. The anarchy of your leadership started to flood our town, it took years for me to realize that you would always let me down. Unreliable until the end, I was merely drawn to your disarray; broken now, our looking glass had started to rust, and then decay. Selfish to your core, you were spoiled rotten long before we met, you faltered many times as I forgave countless more, and somehow managed also to forget. You coloured my world with the chaos of your trouble, watched me twist, and turn to your love as my fears ebbed to the surface, and then quickly began to boil, and bubble. Hotter by the second, our saga began too fast, as we raced to reach the finish line, only to lose it all and place dead last. Was it the sorrow behind my smile that our judges saw that made them recoil? Or was it the hostile way in which you led me to my demise; we never mixed, you were the water to my oil. The ingredients of us, devoid of trust, would never have allowed us to reap the fruits of our labour, as we peeled away the superficial layers, it was only evident that we would never be neighbours. So take back your crocodile tears that were as real as you are vain, take back your forced umbrella love, I have always been better off in the rain. Return the efforts, promises that I made that were wasted on you because I was afraid. Now that I have taken the last step to burying your name, I grab ahold of the reins, and with new eyes, new life is breathed into me as I watch you circle the drain.

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.