Defeat isn't bitter as long as you don't swallow it.

The flies have begun to swarm me as they always do.

Gran says it’s because I’m sweet

but I know better;

they seek my rotten core.

I am a book under gilded cover

with the pages all maimed and bloodied;

some angry child tore at me

when I cut the fingers of the *******.

I am thoroughly interested in becoming your fiction of choice.

Fiction: because I’ll lie to keep you

happier than you deserve.

My prerogative is to capture you and let you go

as soon as you’re dependent.

I’ve always adored wrecking pretty things like you.

I am the sound you seek,

sharp on the mind like the buzzing

of the lights in your office

that no one ever fixes.

You yearn to dream because in your sleep

I am a petal-soft and lovely thing

that will coddle you like a miracle child,

my hand caressing your little baby face.

Then comes the jolt of awareness

and you find my fingers at your throat,

squeezing just enough to scare you a little.

I need you to know that you are mine and that I own you.

Your youth is the light that flashes in my too-large pupils.

I swear to God I am going to eat. you. alive.

You lovely creature.

You gorgeous, hypnotic thing.

I will crack you open and drink you like life

and you will learn to beg for the sensation.

Now is when you should run, pet.

-S

Give me a reason to hate you.
Everyone's been pointing out flaws,
yet I'm banking on the maybe that you can prove them wrong.
I can't live in this back and forth cycle of
being all that you want,
and nothing at all.
I sit here listening to you sing and it fills up my empty,
but I guess I've been your nothing for a while now.
Now she's in your bed
and suddenly, I'm no longer in your head.
It seems I'm only on your mind
when there can be no one else instead.
People have stopped asking about you.
They used to be able to tell when I thought about you.
I think they still can.
Maybe, that's why they stopped asking.
They used to tell me to fly out tomorrow,
but now,
they're telling me I need to get laid.

Give me a reason to hate you.

I'm trying to find one now,
but when I look at you,
all I see is cocoa eyes.
And though diabetes runs in the family,
I think you're sugar free.
It's been **** near six months
and this bitter taste you've left hasn't faded,
even though you have.
It seems all signs that once pointed your direction
have turned away,
the last one being this ******* connection
that just won't fade.

I was in a car accident last month.

As the car spun, I saw your face.

I called to tell you that I loved you,

and you sent me to voicemail.

How can I be so evil to the one I used to breathe for?
I am hurt and so spiteful
I am mad and ill met
I am sorry

not many people favor
the flavor
of the green tea latte
sweet from the start
with a slight bitter aftertaste
as the matcha on your tongue fades

i remember the time
we went to your favorite cafe
and you commented on how your
green tea latte
was a little sweeter than the usual
and now i comment how
it is a little more bitter
compared to when i had it with you

the green tea latte
is my memory of you
sweet—for every time
we sat in that same spot
sipping the warm green drink
and bitter— for the moment
i drank my
green tea latte
alone

"Death" is more sweeter than you.
The pain I endure without your being is severe than the ancient punishments.
That pain you give me each second when I think of your face, your smooth hands; your hair; your pink, soft body;
****** me like little-sharp thorns.
You ruthless, adamant, and wonderful woman!
You showed what's bitter than death.
You showed me something which is worse than dying.
It's losing you...

Bitter and angry
Are written into my skin and bones
I walk as a hurricane, an earthquake
You might love the storm,
But you'll never love the aftermath.
We are destined to fall apart.
I was meant to be alone.
Don't lie to me.
I might be a mess, but I know the truth.