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My relationship with you can be viewed as a contorted game of redemption roulette,

Spinning the wheel to an oblivion and painfully placing my monolithic bet,

Praying that the deceiving orb doesn't land on red.

Nervously biting my fingernails and puffing on my cigarette,

The aroma of emptiness is in the air but I haven't lost a single possession just yet,

I had it all but smoked the entire thing straight to my vacant head.



I remember the days where I was the Romeo and you were my one true love; my Juliet,

Looking back on the memories when me and you would lay it all on the line and perform our splendid duet,

Your face was without a doubt the most angelic sight.

The tired corpse you nicknamed "Tomorrow" was riding shotgun in my yellow Corvette,

Driving away to our ocean of tears and watching the magnificent sunset,

Then we would forever disappear into the achromatic moonlight.



Recently I lie awake, motionless in a pool if my own cold sweat,

In fear that the end is near, or has already come, for me with my beautiful brunette,

Turn back the clocks and place my chips on a different number once again.

Stabbing me in my dismantled heart with your bloodstained bayonet,

The fact of me having feelings too is a concept that you seem to forget,

Now all I feel is loneliness and this terrible brand new type of poisonous pain.



And now you have stripped me of my royalty, taking anything of mine that your greedy hands could get,

Leaving me broke, hollow, and worst of all, in a perpetual debt,

I guess that ruining my dreams of happiness was your sought out mission.

I've come to find that you've had more boyfriends than there are letters in the english alphabet,

So stop wearing this masquerade costume of being perceived as the teacher's pet,

And now comes the long anticipated moment for our new disposition.



Not two hours ago I was so glad that I was created with your discovery, now I wish that our paths had never met,

Freezing my soul in the ice of the deepest layer of Hell, suffocating me in the midst of being trapped in your mosquito net,

There has to be a way for this tragedy and torture to come to an infinite end.

I realized the danger ahead not two seconds after my earnings were set,

Now the toxic tears fall down like a waterfall, leaving the floor soaking wet,

To think that I actually had called you my lover, nevertheless even my friend.



My future with you is best described as a distorted game of redemption roulette,

Each passing day will only continue if I manage to keep placing a larger bet,

I hope my life stops on lucky number seven.

Only hearing the door slam abruptly, only seeing your shadow getting smaller and smaller as well as your betraying silhouette,

A silly game where I gambled my hopes away and my match was certainly met,

My heart just landed on your favorite number; eleven.