Poetry is turning out to be a very cathartic medium, I should do this more often.
Set the Mood
Do you think I cannot see,
What you want to be to me?
Fungus growing like a plague,
Best to keep intentions vague.
Come around to suck me dry,
So much pity, I could cry.
Now you grovel at my feet,
Wish to take my queen’s seat.
You should know I will admit,
Your body was quite hard to quit.
But your heart is rotting black,
Respect is quality that you lack.
The jester cannot be my queen,
Just a spectacle to be seen.
You will never take my heart,
You put the horse behind the cart.
Built an empire to last the years,
You built yours on frail fears.
I’d let you serve if done so well,
But all you sought was bringing hell.
So from my life you have been cast,
This one kiss will be the last.
I’m not sorry nor full of doubt,
Because you acted like a lout.
My mistress in unforgiving streets,
Enjoyed our time between the sheets.
But in my life no welcomed deceits,
You’re not the one for whom my heart beats.
Slow and Steady Wins the Race
My girlfriend and I had allowed someone into our romantic lives that sought to travel at a pace that could only be called as reckless as it was droll. They made themselves a slave to everyone they met, and they only sought more and more masters to subjugate their life. Even worse was their contrasting ego, one that made them think they could replace anyone's lover at their own behest.
We wanted them to be our equal, but they felt more at home beneath our feet trying to deceive us, and so we simply stepped over them and never looked back.
Questions & Answers
Question: What does, “Truly, it takes those that are, 'One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.'" mean?
Answer: An inside joke, one based off of the quote from "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" by Hunter S. Thompson.