He revolted at the sight of me,
gagged at the bitter thought of me.
How could a love so pure,
spoil to such a sickly sour?
I refused to live in a world of his hatred,
so I paved our paths to hell
and let our souls digest an intoxicating aroma.
As we took our final breaths,
I looked into eyes that reflected nothing but
loathing.
I snickered,
and even had the audacity
to flash him
the most wicked
of grins.

His eyes are revolting,
colorless and dull.
Yet there’s something that makes them
unequivocally nauseating.
When I look through these windows,
I see that lust and greed have joined hands
with revenge and apathy
to form a being capable of no earnest good.
The most horrifying trait of his eyes,
is not the color,
nor the size,
nor the dilation,
but
how ******* reflective they are.

One day

you’ll think of me.

A song

or

a sunset

will make you

remember

the way I made you feel,

and your heart will set on fire.

The same way

my body did

every time

we kissed.

When I hear him talk to her,
I crave for a cigarette in between my lips.
When I see them walking together,
I crave to drown in a bottle of whiskey.
When I feel her presence,
I crave for the cool metal of a loaded gun.

But how strange that
I’ve never smoked a cigarette,
or drank whiskey,
or pulled a trigger.

But the urges
are one of an addict.
And at this moment
I’m not really sure if I’m me anymore,
Because I’ve become addicted to things that I’ve
never even done before.

I know I’m not an addict,
there is no way I could be an addict,
But ******* I could use a cigarette right now.

I notice that your lips move
when you lie to me.
I know about the secrets
you kept and denied, despite of me,
I wish you would have stayed
around and fought for me.
I know I hope too much
about things that aren't going to happen for me.
I know we need to go
our separate ways, because you can't be with me.
I want you to see
the potential of what we could be if you belong to me.
I know for a fact that you
haven't treated anyone worse than you treated me.


I've come to the conclusion
that you're a bad person,

but bad people have soul mates too.