You claimed to be my best friend
I thought, beautiful was our bond
But acting were you, all the time
About me, you did not give a ****!

You claimed to be my best friend
Instead, did you play a hand
In wrecking my self-esteem
To you, was our friendship a mere game!!

You claimed to be my best friend
However, you are much worse than a fiend
For you, a relationship has to be based on money
But you do not even possess honesty!!

You claimed to be my best friend
Instead, were you my worst friend
How cleverly did you play your cards
At the cost of my happiness and inner peace
Pretending to be poor
And showing me the door
When I asked you to pay me back
In you, is there so much to dislike!!

You claimed to be my best friend
Taking advantage of my being kind
You even used my family
And I was used by your family!!

You claimed to be my best friend
It is good that our relationship has come to an end
Otherwise, my life would have been totally ruined
As it is, so much have I already suffered
Because I made the mistake of trusting you
Now, I feel I will become sick at the mere mention of you
Anyway, I am a much, much better person
And have learned a thoroughly harsh but valuable lesson
Karma will hit you hard
Truly, are you a person to completely avoid
And when life finally begins to get really difficult for you
I will be there to laugh at you
So, goodbye and get lost
In Hell, may you forever rot!!

From afar, I see what looks like paradise—
Is this why I paid the price?
I endured hurricanes, rainstorms, and floods;
Yet nothing, I find, is thicker than blood.

As I approach the garden,
The waterfalls turn black,
Roses wilt,
Bushes burn,
Sand dunes lie unturned.

Still, it draws me—
Like a moth to the flame,
Like a bee to the flower.

I reach for a rose,
To admire its pose,
But scarlet-red blood ****** through my fingers,
Staining my white shirt.

Is this death—or rebirth?

I hate the way you make me feel
Like I am carrying 400lbs of extra weight
On my body
I hate hiw oppressive you turned
I hate the fact that you're birthday
Stole alot from me
And I cannot replace what was stolen
From me
I hate you for what you did
To make me have to lie to others about you
I hate the fact that your old school
I am angry for the simple fact that you are still here
When you shouldn't be even around me
All this aggression
All this hate and anger
Is baggage for me
And you don't know what you have don't yet...
Your lies lead me to lie
And I (f)ucking hate that

if i could, i’d let it go -
long ago,
so you’d never know
how i felt
when you had me knelt
before the sinister
price i owe.

i gave you my world
with fists uncurled;
you gave me your spite
with a tongue that twirled
at the whims of a curse
so foul, it reeked
of a bane too vile,
and unreasonably
perverse.

can’t blame you, though,
the things i know
could rip the heart,
and have it show
the crimson shards of
memories jarred,
and a quiver so bare
from all the blows.  

perhaps,
there’s still a place for you
in my heart, that’s yet
to know what’s true;
but i cannot allow
my head to bow
to scorn, and spite,
to name a few…

I find myself falling for the same person, with a different face.
Its quite the troubling case.
"If the face is new why must i pace-
Pace back and forth in self disgrace"
I pace because although she is new in face,
A change in her intentions i have no faith.
For another heartbreak has no place,
In the remains of my heart held by a lace.
So i bludgen my feelings with little grace,
Because i dare not fall flat again... on my face.