The more I see you the less I want to know you
The once charming being
With curly black hair
Who suited rings and ear cuffs
Who laughed at my jokes
And called me gorgeous.
The more I see you the less I want know you now
The violent and always angry
Pathetic creature sprawled across my bed.
You are not what I loved
You are no longer mine
But a slave to hatred.
The more I see you the more I realize
How foolish you are
To not love what you had
I did so much to keep you but now I want you gone
For good.
You are a monster of your own creation
And I loathe you.

The birth and death of me
The eyes of my mother
My first lover
My first crush
My last
The vital existence of my passions thrive in the seas of such colours
They cut me
They cherish me
They undress me
They caress me
They spit lies
They weave truths
They hold my life ahead
They cool my flames
My existence is many shades of blue
Lapis lazuli and cerulean
Sapphire and aquamarine
The treasures of my past
The colours of my present
The looking glasses to my future

From the time we meet,
I want you to forget me.

And the reasons we seek,
will make you regret me.

I thought you the moon
You ended up being the sun

I burned up
Evaporated

Dew drop disappeared
Burned grass
No respite shade

Soul cancer