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.