Do her red lips enchant you?
The curve of her body screams of sin.
Her alluring eyes, and her thick lashes,
Falling under her spell with a wink.
Weak minded fool,
Do not fall for the temptress.
Her siren's song echoes across the room,
Insidious eyes follow her as she walks.
You mean nothing to her,
you should know it.
You'll be her toy,
Another disposable lover
in a long line of trash.
Enjoy the pleasure and games,
They never last long with her.
Temptation, I call her.
Know it well,
Temptation never stays.

I still wish for happiness
every time, I wish.
Despite it all,
Despite the childishness,
I still wish for happiness.

I don't write for pity,
or attention or friends.
I write for myself,
I write instead of bleeding.
My poems are personal,
Not written for others.
I share them because
I want to touch someone.
Maybe we can all stop being alone.

She's going to go places.
She's going to go far in life.
Me? I'll probably be dead
by the time I'm twenty five.
My own hand, I'm sure,
will be the one to tie the knot.
I think about death a lot.
The different ways to die.
The best day to do it.
This isn't what normal people do.
I'm sorry to say it, but it's likely,
I'll **** myself before I'm twenty five.

Another year gone by;
The only thing I've done
is tell myself that maybe
one day, one day,
I could find happiness.
Where has it gone?

Four AM
And five stitches later
I finally realized the
cold hard truth.
I never want
to see you again.
I can't keep showing
up at the hospital
when you've broken
me yet again.