Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me thrice, fuck off.

This assertion for a pain has grown twofold ever since I've seen you walk your way. I'm not more angry than I am disappointed by the sudden drain of emotions that you've unleashed. When do you feel love the most if not when it is lost? I'm struck at midnight and so all the words begin to flow. You're the smoke inside my chest, smothering the pain away. I hear your voice panning away and I'm begging to know, baby, what am I to do with a heart that has chosen to follow you through the cold.

Surprise me.

I feel like I'm pumping sex into my chest, with broken hearts making for broken beds and letting my body become the mattress while you tread me with your linen skin. Diamond eyes are the spotlights for tonight's entertainment. Light me up and take a drag. I want to inject my smile into your veins. Let regret call you all the way to the back of your head. Scream away when you realize that I've already left and all the voices in your head will be the mere echo of my past self, resonating with your memories of the good times you're yet to be nostalgic for. I'm sick of feeding you my grief. My heartbreak is your wet dream. Dream away, because memories will be the only thing deep inside of you, and I hope they pull at your heartstrings and remind you how alone you will really be.