Intoxication

written by: artsydoll

I always was his big distraction,

His damsel in "distress"-

Who never needed his hand to pull her out

She could handle it herself

My relations to an

"Independent Woman"

Have disconcerted he and I

Fondled like his kitten,

Longing for liberty

I'm the slave of a slave

Whose rule of thumb lacked desire

His deceptive eyes,

The windows to his shallow soul

Held no adoration anymore

Hence our gradual loss of communication

And the execution of my sovereign

The somber intoxication

Driving me to doom

Packages of razor blades

Align the walls of an empty room

To be amputated from your best friend

Never again to look him in the eyes

Or see his dismal face again

The provider of my spiderwebs,

He took everything,

Except my senseless locket

And no heart left with to feel

Ditching the cookie-cutter,

Superficial,

Self-obsessed person

He turned me into

Detained my suspect

For questioning

And kicked him to the curb

Imprisoned and shunned

For years to come

His deathless sentence still to serve

Author Note: This poem took me longer than usual

to write. It's one of my favorites. I just sat down and wrote. Yeah, it's

yet another one about my ex-boyfriend, but let me tell you...revenge is sweet

and it's coming Saturday night at the dance...hahahahahaha.

-artsydoll, '02