When I first looked into your eyes, I knew you would be my heart’s demise.
Your foolish look and sly, sweet smile, made me trust you for just a while.

The day we met, I was happy, yet sad. I felt in my heart, this would end up bad.
You were there when I needed you, and when I did not, you made me feel something; plus you were hot.

When we were at your house, the first time we hung out, I knew without a doubt,
with you, it would be different. To me, you were brilliant.

You were a weed among roses, these feelings right under our noses.
You were like a blessing from above. I finally realized I was in love.

You saw the darkest parts of me and still wanted to stay. Just seeing you always made my day.
Finding you with dandelion fluff in your hair, made me think that life is treating me fair.

After many months and many days, our great love started turning into a haze.
Even with all the cigarettes you were smoking, I was always the one left choking.

I’m so sick of comparing you to the stars, when you did nothing, but break my heart.
I believed your flaming eyes held sparks instead of anger, but I set myself on a path of danger.

My judgment was clouded, just like the sky, how could I have known I picked the wrong guy?
Your eyes were as deep and dark as the Atlantic, who knew they would cause me so much panic?

You were supposed to fill my lungs with air, but I was always suffocating. The music you showed me, I ended up hating.
You saw I was a pawn with a low cost, did you know I’d end up so lost?

The wind that swept my hair from my face felt like your fingertips, the anxiety and worry made my heart do flips.
Your angered fingers hungered for another swing, I never thought this could be a dangerous fling.

“Shh” “Ugh” I’ll moan in the night. I’ll wake up sweating from dreams of fright.
Your footsteps, louder than thunder, sadness and depression pull me under.

And now that you’re gone, I see you everywhere. You left me with a bruised body and ripped out hair.
You’ll soon forget me, but I’ll mumble your name in my sleep. My undevoted love for you pulled me down deep.

Now when I see you, though, I thought you perished, a sad smirk slithers upon the lips I once cherished.
You treated me like a rose with thorns on my petals, you are now the paper, and I the metals.

It was time to wipe my tears, step out from your shadow and face my fears.
You were the poison ivy I took into my leaf collection, but I slowly fought that vicious infection.

I would always treat you like a four leaf clover, you used to get me drunk on love, but now I’m just hung over.
You are not a work of art, but a walking catastrophe, forever, you are dead, and I can be free.