Lately I’ve been working on myself, working out, having fun
Tryna show your ******* what you done missed out on
Never give anyone, tyrant or otherwise, power over you.
Remember who you are,
A warrior from a time long past, brave and true.
Go forth then soldier, and don your armor proudly,
Take your sword and cut forward the path to your destiny,
For freedom and awesome glory await you at the end of the battle.
May your scars lay testament.
Anything to live I suppose.
A snap, a picture feigning exhilaration
Deep down in your barren heart of hearts,
You know you're being used;
But attention is one hell of a drug
And all it takes is one hit.
If one considers love to be a poison,
Does that mean that if after enough doses,
The patient will develop an immunity?
Assuming of course that the doses aren't lethal,
Which is sometimes the case.
Because I Love You, I will entreat of you my heart,
In hopes that you will carefully cherish it.
So that it may fare better in your warm caress,
Then it ever fared in mine.
I know our love’s vibrant flame burns true,
But it is for that reason that I must return my fragile core.
Lest our love become but a dying ember,
It is because I love you
A bitter breeze nipped at my crown as I carried the cast’s lunch into the lobby.
My princely regalia allowed me to set the assortment down,
Bags of Doritos, and condiments to make PB&J’s scattered all around.
I too, sunk myself down on the counter,
A long awaited buzz radiating from my phone.
A message from my all deceiving love,
One who had grown tired of my meager advances;
Yet found great satisfaction in keeping his favorite pet around.
And I was his caged hound who had seldom been fed.
The time had come for this broken mutt to break free of its bonds,
Unquenchable flames of rage and heartbreak burn foul and scarlet,
Licking and consuming the soul…
What irony, that I should play the part of royalty,
Only to end up the fool.
Pity and Anger are my consul,
But they can’t help me forget you.
I know I left things broken,
The pieces long since blown through the wind.
Was your love to good to lose?
Is it wrong of me to still search for the remains?
To still think about you?