Your expressions when you feel

someone looking in your direction,

all those little antics you pull

just for the sake of attention,

how you pull away after intimacy,

all these couldn't be any more obvious.

I spent my youth trying to heal

your twisted disease with everything I had,

but failed to realize that you're long gone

and no longer within my reach.

There's nothing in the world I could do

to convince you that I'm still worth it.

You're no muse,

you're a succubus searching for fools like me,

pretending to love them,

draining them dry and then throwing them away,

just to break their wings

and use them as your crutches.

I often wondered

if you have a shadow of warmth

and conscience inside of you,

and how it feels like to have

a bountiful collection of

broken hearts underneath your feet.

You told me once that

life is such a chore and

everything is just temporary,

and I'm just a little game

which you will win everytime,

whether I like it or not.

This time round,

I won't let you get the better of me,

I won't be your sacrificial lamb

on the altar of your entertainment.

For what you did previously,

it's time for you to pay the price.