#richiedagger

.Her eyes shine like emeralds.

.Her heart filled with a burning passion for life.

.Her mind glows with beauty and brilliance.

.She's my Rebel Grrrl and she has become the queen of my itty bitty world.

.If looks could kill, she'd watch the world slowly decay.

.She's got a style all her own and she don't give a damn about a bad reputation.

.Her smile, oh god damn, her smile could bring world peace.

.She's my Lucy in the sky, the most perfect constellation.

.The Wayne to my Garth, The Wendy O. to my Lemmy.

.Her walk could send a man to a psych ward and those emerald stained eyes could bring you to your knees.

.She's the Josie to my Blink, Princess Leia to my Han.

.She's got my heart in the palms of her hands.

.Years of damage and destruction to a broken heart can lead a man to insanity, but, I've slowly picked up every piece and repaired it...only for you.

.Rebel Grrrl, take my hand and don't let go.

.Sit next to me as we gaze upon the skyline of this city and i whisper into your ears, "I'm Yours."

Vice after vice. Replacing each crutch with another dependency. What i do is secret. Lips sealed. My daily routine is taboo. Two-faced allies. Hypocritical f(R)iends. Bobby Pyn reincarnated. My words fall on deaf ears when my vision is pinned. Refusal to converse when im on the moon. I struggle. You judge from afar. Please acknowledge me when i speak. We are both sick. Different remedy. Same abuse. Against the grain. Out of step. Your high horse has broken its leg. We are not rivals...we are not enemies...

3:00 AM. Skin is crawling. Joints are aching. Legs are restless. Stomach is upset. Vomiting to ease the pain. The cravings. Oh dear, the cravings. At times, too much. Begging and praying for instant relief. A king when on it. A sick slave without. A flame to the spoon, ive loaded my weapon and im shooting with precision. Black diamonds in the rough. Only found by those who have the desire. You’ve got me hooked. Ill sell out for only you. A few hours of happiness over a lifetime of despair, ill take it anyday, anyway, anytime. I am the servant. You are my master. I am the lamb. You are the slaughter. This sickness fills my empty void. These scars show my worth.

We shared the same bed but the blankets never kept us warm. You aimed your glock to my head as we slept. Locked and loaded with harsh words, verbal abuse became the only language we seemed to understand. In a room full of empty chairs, you sat 4 seats away from me. I gaze into a ancient dingy mirror and see myself from another time and realize not much has changed. As we age, we mature. We grow wiser. We tend to learn from our false moves and take the right steps forward. But i am at a standstill. An involuntary mental prison i have put myself in. I carved your name onto my heart and asked you to spit on it at an attempt to feel something. Anything. At. All. Idle tongues are the garrulous mans kryptonite. Your actions spoke worse than your words. We played both the victims and the villians in our toxic affair. Plaster saints, we shamefully wore our titles well. Spiteful. Disgusted. Distant. Vexed. These words became the only way we could construe our feelings. My mind longs for you but my heart repels the memories. Ill write your name on the back of my eyelids to promise myself to never dream but ill stain your voice into my brain to help me sleep. Goodbye. Goodnight. So long. Au Revoir. Til our hearts cross again, Sincerely yours, Your Best Regret. Your Favorite Mistake.