Her love is destructive like blue suns
turning my black sand beach into glass
Boiling away my oceans setting my fields
ablaze in blue flames bringing an end to my world.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum.

Dressed in light and wearing a crown of Olive leaves, Love stands before Loyalty her husband to be and a host of wedding guests.  Looking into each other's eyes the two exchange vows.
Loyalty - My dream of making you my wife has become reality.  I promise to hold you in my arms and keep you safe for all eternity.  I promise to cherish you and treat you like royalty.
Love - I've been waiting for this moment ever since my heart took it's first beat.  Like doves flying on the winds of peace I promise to uphold this marriage above the clouds of serenity.
Surrounded by all the virtues Loyalty and Love kiss.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

I let them come and go
Taking what they need
I give them what they like
Men are too easy to please

Small talk flows
Before we cut to the chase
Ripping up grass
And keeping the same pace

He is a friend
And a lover for an hour
Sharing something so sweet
But we turn it sour

I let him come and go
To ease the pain
Making pleasure my companion
To keep me sane

We agree it is a one-time thing
And promise controlled hands
But we will be tempted again
While striving to withstand

Don’t love me.
Please, don’t love me.
I know myself, we’re quite close actually, and let me tell you, you don’t want to fall for her,
you don’t want that girl, I hate her.
I hate her because I know her so well and I know how horrible the truth can smell.
Don’t love me, because even I know to hate myself,
the vanity that despite this loathing I might actually believe that someone could fall for me.
Don’t love me.
Don’t love me, because I met Heartbreak once and she left me gasping for air
and I will never meet her again.
I refuse, so if you love me, please be aware that when you do,
some day I am going to leave you, battered and bruised, because
twisted self-preservation has taught me all the tricks to keep myself afloat by drowning you.
Don’t love me.
Because as much as I will love you, I’m not friends with Commitment,
and whenever I see him on the horizon I set off running in the opposing direction.
I will treat you like there will be no oxygen unless I’m holding you,
but when you’re the one reaching for my hand I’ll become the wind.
Commitment is not my friend, I said, but no one listens.
Don’t love me, because I am a tornado, a storm to chase until I’ve taken everything from you.
Don’t love me.
Someday, you will be married and happy, and I will
whirl back into your life like the hurricane that has never been named after me, and
you will believe that all your scars
and your broken heart
have healed enough that you can run with me.
But I have razors between my fingers and wedged in my teeth,
and your scabbed over heartstrings will be powerless against me.
I am an expert at running, at hurting, at ‘maybe’s.
Don’t love me.
When you ask me for something more,
I will tell you that I am not ready, because I never will be.
Chances scare me, and trusting someone so much will always be risky.
I will tell you that I am not in the right place for your Commitment,
for your future Heartbreak,
and you will tell me that you understand but you’ll stick with me,
and fire will consume everything.
Don’t love me.
I can’t even go a few years with a friendship before
burning it all for at least a few evenings, but we’ll always rebuild the
rickety ashes of the bridges we’ve passed.
Don’t love me.
I’m only saying it for your safety.

She lays awake at night listening to songs that remind her of you. Because you broke her, and she will always remember that.

To the shadows crawling on my walls-
To the faces I see in the dark-
To the things that go bump in the night...

I bump back

He stood at the beginning of an empty street
Teeming with the hustle and bustle of decomposing memories
A spectator huddled in the shroud of uncertainty
The figure is purposeless: A destitute husk of paper skin and aching bones
Yet, he always walks down this road
A path of righteousness and pure evil
Going neither left nor right
But somewhere in the middle

Can I be your antagonist?
I promise you’ll hate me
For I am a cheeky little monster
An arch-nemesis lurking in the recess
Of your mind
I confess to being obsessed
With earning your contempt
Would a lovely sight it would be
If your gorgeous grin became a symbol of sin
Snatching you from the sky up so high
A pure angel whose wings started to darken
A heroine who suddenly lived on the edge
The rush! The explosion!
To know that I made your good character decay
That my touch lead to your corrosion
How beautiful that look on your face will be
As it fills with the realization
That you’re no embodiment of nobility
Simply a villain
Just like me!

In this sea of white, I carve my path of crimson
The heavy flakes fall in droves
Landing themselves onto my love's lashes
She seems to be fearful of my smile
Her beautiful face accentuated by the ruby stream
Running neatly down her lips
I try to reassure her with my gentle touch
And while her bones snap in my hands
I give her a sweet kiss
and whisper
Hush.