Like spicy whiskey
haunting my tongue,
These memories unabashedly
Burn me from the inside out
Till there are nothing but ashes left
Truth is, they are just fallacies
Warped by my delusions
Did i see their smile falter?
Or was it all just in my head
Did i imagine the bitter sweet echo
of a heart breaking
Or was it my predisposition
to imagine the worst

I wish to go on a rampage
Of breaking their hearts
Just as they break mine
Ruin every bit of goodness
i once saw in them
Ruin it for good

I wish to discard them
Like the temporary rag dolls they are
Leave them out in the cold
The way they left me with nothing
Nothing but scars
Rage fills me with its molten goodness
And a knowing smile
Takes shape on my face