As fog and mist occlude the branching tree,

As wisps of cloud and rain do vision blur,

So I shall pluck the roving eyes from thee

That cast your gaze and Cupid’s spells on her.

In ceremonious magician's cape,

I'll dismember your rotten, putrid corpse

And grant your loathsome heart no fair escape,

Deny it's woeful pleas for just recourse.

Of morbid end let cunning lovers fear,

Confess your lies, reveal your guts, my dear.

Roses are Red,

Violets are Blue,

I know your filthy secret,

But that's nothing new.

Lavender is Purple,

Daisies are Yellow,

If I find you back at my place,

You'll be a dead fellow.

Marigolds are Orange,

Chrysanthemums are White,

I hope your perfect face,

Is disfigured in a fight.

Pansies are Pink,

And Dead Flowers are Black,

Here's your Valentine's Day card,

I will never want you back.

I am like the glitter off a valentines day card

I stick on you and no matter what you cannot get me off your skin

You remove some of me but I appear somewhere else

On your lip or on the side of your face

You think I have gone but days after I am under your finger nail

The worst thing of all you do not know who I am

Am I watching you just loving from a far

Or am I stalking you waiting in the shadows

Am I a handsome prince or a scarred monster

Dark and damaged or shiny and bright like the glitter on your nose

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Now you want a compliment? I'm trying to think of one

(I hope you're the first man to land on the sun)

You're okay looking, I suppose,

(shall I compare thee to a withered rose?)

You light up the room when you enter it

(the rest of the girls swoon. I vomit)

If you asked me out, I might say yes

(If there was an apocalypse and you were the only guy left)

And not even to mention that charming personality!

(you're a manwhore at best. I'd rather date a tree.)

My darling guttersnipe,

I'd rather rip my beating heart out

While watching a Twilight marathon

And smelling stinky cheese,

All while in the car with seven

Extremely old people with gas

Who are constantly driving around in circles

On account of their Alzheimer's

While we look for Germany in Germany,

Than take you to prom.

Sing to me, O Muse, of he whom I abhor -

He upon whom I wish the syphilis of a whore.

A venereal disease –a pox from too much love!

How appropriate it seems –justice from above!

He thinks that I know not, his lying, cheating ways

For I smile unto his face and count the hated days

Until I’ll have my vengeance and I’ll gut him in sport

Whispering endearments as I betrayed love abort.

Kiss me kill me love me throw me –go and cheat yet again;

I wait here for my prey in my grinning dragon’s den.

The moonlight's blue

Your blood is red

You left your window open

I am under your bed

In my hand's my favorite knife,

And it has a hunger for your life.

I await the moment it tears through your chest

And blood rushes out in the color I love best

My ears are deaf to your screams

My eyes blind to your tears

And to what I thought was beauty for all these years.

Darling, my love for you hasn't died.

I'd say it has changed. 

If I can't hold you, then nobody else will.

I miss your face

When I aim my newly sharpened dart.

I miss your voice and the screeching it makes,

Dogs can only hear that I have no heart.

I missed you yesterday, with the car, as I thought,

"Damn, she's running pretty fast."

She's running? Ha!  It can't be.

Someone finally told her the truth about her ass.

I simply miss you, like a gaping, bloody, infected, oozing hole in the head.

I don't look good in orange, that's why you're not dead. 

As I watch you lying asleep in our bed,

Numerous scenarios run through my head.

Rampant ire,

Doused with fire,

I honestly can't wait until you are dead.

Maybe I was too harsh on you,

Maybe I should've given you a 2nd chance,

Maybe we were meant to be,

Maybe we should've talked it out,

Maybe I should've forgiven you,

Maybe we should get a re-do,

Maybe I shouldn't have judged,

Maybe I should've listened,

Maybe we could've had a happily ever after

Maybe "maybe" means I wouldn't have done anything differently