Your lies will cause your demise.

Every time you chastise me, I despise you.

You criticize me with everything that applies to you.

I advise you to surmise the truth. You won’t.

It’s unwise to use me as a supply for your sensational alibis.

Don’t you hear my ******* CRIES?

He whispered I love you but the words burned in my ear turning to them into ashes.

The words I love you were meant to be like drops of rain giving life to roses yet when he spoke them there was a deep emptiness in his voice that voided the meaning altogether. The meaning failed to break through the cracks of my broken heart.

I turned away and stared blankly at the wall beside me, you see he had poisoned my heart making it impossible to love being loved.

As I gazed at those white walls surrounding me my thoughts turned inward imagining myself picking up those ashes as my bleeding heart dripped life back into that pile of meaningless ash and found the love of my life there. And it was me.

The first time you left I felt like dying,
You came back to me and continued lying.
The second time you left I was crying,
You came back again I continued trying.
The third time you left I found myself sighing.
No more crying.
No more trying.
I forgive myself for denying that I am not enough.
I forgive you for not loving me enough.
Now your back and I found another I look at her every day in the mirror.

By JFB.Boyd

The vampire of time what a cruel sort of gent.
Thirstily lurking to **** the youth you have spent.
Impersonating years what a vicious attempt.
Patiently waiting to change your temple upon his eradicable decent.
Stealthily stalking us before our creation.
Almost everyone ends up reaping the vampires devastation.
Go ahead, laugh at the hoary you'll see.
At one time they said, "That will never happen to me."
You might say the same, This will not happen to you.
"The vampire of time has too much to do,"
It starts with a lick from his venomous tongue,
you'll notice a wrinkle its too late to run,
with whiplash, you stop dead in your tracks
it's pointless now with ache's and pains the vampire attacks!

How beautiful a rosebud while in bloom.

Crimson red transcending libidinous, intoxicating fragrant.
Awakens and begins its glamorous transformation.
Bleeding into hearts with love and adoration.
Earthly androgynously echoing tickling and taunting the imagination.

Pink whispering lip, teasing fingertips, warm flesh yearning to lie across a bed of petals.

From steely blade to candle shade soon ****** flushed, time ticking rushed, scarlet turns to rust.

Bittersweet the end, our amorous friend.