He loved with the cruelty of nature
growing like ivy on my heart;
I'd cut him away but he'd only return

He nestled in my branches
making a home out of my rotting shell,
forgetting home is where the heart is

He said "destruction was a form of beauty"
So he pretended to be reborn a hurricane
Firing open doors better left closed in his wake

At times, it was better to hide from him
Wait out the storm and pretend
everything was perfectly alright

Then when it was all over
He'd kiss my wounds,
grow flowers from my dying veins

But not so long after they would wilt
because even the sweetest of things
couldn't survive within our own toxicity.

lately happiness seems to come and go
like a lover who bores easily
as i don't offer them enough to stay
while the depression always returns
like an abuser, it's fists made of ravage fire
masquerading loyalty and love i know is insincere

The night was once his friend
for it brought him solitude,
peace and rest but now
it has betrayed him.

Now it brought him nothing
but unwelcome thoughts and memories.
Every night he would lie down
and feel nothing but the hollow space in his heart.

Trying his best to fall asleep but it was no use.
Every single night he would think about the what ifs
and the things he could’ve said or done,
just so he could imagine how beautiful and perfect his life could be.

Every night he would cry himself to sleep
for it was all he could do.

And god sent forth his most beautiful angel
in order to help me clear my head.
But I ripped her halo off and ***** her instead.

And the devil sent forth his most cunning succubus
in order to make me drop dead.
But I held her horns like handlebars when I took her to bed.