A not so happy poem She kisses him and feels nothing but wanton lust for another
She holds onto him hoping that his denial will last
She now knows that attainability is her niche
Playing with emotions brings life to her soul
She drags him through the mess only to see him drown in his own tears
She says he is the only one for her, but knows that it is far from the truth
She wants to have her cake and eat it too.
Indulge in lustful acts while maintaining something so ordinary
She doesn’t leave him because he is not completely broken.
His soul is still in tact, and this will not do.
All the wrong continues to grow; her true thoughts can never show.
She feels powerful, in control, on top of the world
She uses her power to get everything she can.
Not considering that she is now just wasting time.
Wasting his efforts, wasting something special, tearing his heart out piece by piece
This will not end traditionally, it will be extravagant.
Only when his mind is as decayed as his soul will she leave him
An empty shell of a man, once filled with the energy to enjoy life.
Now a pitiful mass of pain and sorrow, he will shut himself off from everything
Never to feel the love for another, never to share the truly deep.
He will keep it bottled up, his thoughts only release in his sleep
The fear she has instilled in him; like a massive crushing force,
Keeps him scared, silent, alone and introverted.
She will be the end of his sanity, the end of optimism the end of joy and laughter
Only when he is broken down into nothing will she feel fulfilled,
Her task will be completed only when she sees that he is incapable of compassion, when she sees that there is an endless flow of tears.  ¶ 17:13