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.

You tried

to kiss me

to touch me

to take advantage of me.

But I,

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.

My revenge,

was teaching you

how to properly love a woman.

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

@Adin

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.

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.

Broken.

Hurt.

Desperate.

The tears flowed,

as I layed around.

Doing nothing...

as I was broken.

My hearts was fractured;

sharp, painful.

It cut through me,

breaking 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.

I plotted,

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.

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

one misstep

her eyes will sharpen

knife gripped

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.

An animal.

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.

adrenaline abandonment

She lays next to your pieces,

crystallized irises

turning pale and glazed.

Auburn now a dark stringy mess

with a red hue.

She lost herself.

Unrecognizable.

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