Revenge is best served cold.
I used to bask in the warmth of your glow,
your spotlight made me emanate inside.
But the flames soon started to flicker and wane,
when you coldly just cast me aside.
Now the heat that I once felt, fuels me,
even though my innards have turned to ice.
Revenge is the fire that consumes me,
and surviving with burns is the asking price.
Not All Revenge is Savage
to kiss me
to touch me
to take advantage of me.
I stopped you
I made you wait
I made you fall in love
before the sex.
(Yes, this may seem twisted,
but isn’t all revenge?)
My revenge was rage filled passion.
It was the sweet (sweet) dessert that made your mouth water for more.
It was love mending the tears in my heart.
It was lifting you up from the ground and showing you how beautiful the sky is.
was teaching you
how to properly love a woman.
WASTE OF TIME
Revenge on you, would be a waste of time
I knew my heart wasn't yours, and yours wasn't mine
I shouldn't have been surprised; nor hurt and broken
We knew it wouldn't last; that was completely unspoken
You had to move on; I had to try something new
Our time together was short and sweet; and true
You took something from me, that wasn't mine.
You stabbed me in the back and left me blind.
You pushed me down and held your foot on my face.
You called me names and hoped I would be erased.
I bottled it up and put it in my thoughts.
I hope you enjoy the drink I made you, and I hope I don't get caught.
the best revenge is none at all
And then I smile
this man who thinks
he knows what comes next,
will be in for a surprise
He wishes me to kill him,
in ways I don't know why
Although a few of them,
I might be willing to provide
I stare into his eyes
that have no desire to survive
with every moment he playfully mocks me
until he had begun to realize
I wasn't going to kill him
nor had I ever intended to
for the best revenge is none at all
and that I will supply
The pain you caused,
it left me alone.
The tears flowed,
as I layed around.
as I was broken.
My hearts was fractured;
It cut through me,
filling me with searing pain.
Suddenly, it was too much.
I pulled out the shards of my heart.
They cut my hands,
desperate to hurt me.
Or maybe, hurt someone.
My heart was broken,
held in my hands.
It could not change my judgement.
I slipped my hearts somewhere safe,
promising to fix it.
urged on by the hallowness inside of me.
There was so much I wanted.
But most of all, I wanted revenge.
I grew as hollow as my empty chest,
living only by imagining your pain...
and when the day came, it was glorious.
I grabbed my heart, which now held still.
I saw you.
Your glare rattled the scraps of my heart,
and they buzzed.
Not pausing to think, I through the shards at you,
along with the most vicous words I could think of.
They dived into you, powerful, painful, merciless.
And when I went to collect the peices from your trembling body,
my heart was whole.
I didn’t hesitate when I put the heart of stone back inside my chest.
Should you take revenge?
We all know the pain
What little satisfaction we gain
From the death of a care
And from there
To know your hands have the blood of the slain
Almond eyes and spilt honey irises,
they pooled so perfectly,
lukewarm to the touch.
Long wavy hair
every curl getting lost, within itself
winding further into strands of auburn.
honey can crystallize
her eyes will sharpen
she won't let herself be mangled again.
Try to weasel your way in and a swift stick to the soul is all you'll get.
You'll sputter out just like she did.
She'll notice the hope drip from your eyes and feast on your intestines.
A similar power
her attacker felt, washes over
as nimble fingers gnaw into
your snow white flesh.
As she stands
over your gassed up body,
stench lingering, stinging noses,
regret busts her open.
watches thick ruby liquid
pepper from her opened chest onto her feet.
Connect the dots has never been easier.
The feeling of strength now a whisper.
She lays next to your pieces,
turning pale and glazed.
Auburn now a dark stringy mess
with a red hue.
She lost herself.
She's dead and gone.
Just like your pieces.
Oh, how I hate you
I despise every gesture, every smirk
Every glace in my direction
I hate what you did
And how you don't care at all
How unbothered you are at how bothered I am
If I could hurt you like you hurt me
If I could treat you as if you were a rock in a diamond mine
As if you did not matter
I think I would
But my heart does not allow for such revengeful thoughts
Despise my mind's constant nagging
So if I could do what you did to me
You would wish we never met
Revenge. Not Really
Is best served Cold.
It smells so Sweet.
And tastes so Good.