Fool

          Liquid hatred pools behind the dam of everlasting tears. The cracks rip deep into my heart. The imminent disaster seems unavoidable. My ribs shatter under the burden of your love, releasing a flood of broken promises. My knees smash into the concrete as I scream for you. Your footsteps are all I can hear through the static paranoia. You kneel down and give me your toxic kiss. My vision blurs as the accursed venom bursts my veins. I stand up, able to think straight once again. Finally I have come to the realization that your poison is my medicine, for the hatred that had consumed me for so long was never meant for you, but me. The pieces of promise that lie scattered across the sidewalk were long since made by me to better my intention. The fool I have always been created the monster I have become and though in my mind I deny the fact, my heart phases the fragments of reality into my subconscious. I have survived like this for too long, and I fear the worst if I should not learn to change my ways before you run out of kisses.