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Hello.
My name is...well it's not important right now.
Before we ignite our engines
and travel down this road to heartbreak.
I'll be honest and let you know
that I don't plan to be the victim.
So I suggest that you fasten your seat belt.
Any relationship with me will surely end
in a collision of mixed emotions in a way
that'll change your life for the worse.
So it's better to take all necessary precautions.

I'm going to tell you the cliché tale
of a man crippled with deceptive affliction.
The one who fell for love's game
of misdirection and misconception.
Cursed by Cupid's blunder.
I misconstrued the image of demon for angel.
Confused her horns for halo.
And perceived her wings as a way to take flight to new heights.
Only to realize that her beautiful smile
was a facade and she only aimed to take me high
so that my fall would be from a greater distance.
And the impact would be more detrimental.
I confused right from left
and made the right turn in the wrong direction.
My heart reciprocated the action as one piece split left.
And I have yet to recover the missing piece of the puzzle.

She was a bitter blessing.
Her walk was strides of grace.
Almost as if she floated through air with every single step.
Her skin was silk
and every day I yearned to be fabricated
in her essence.
Her beautiful voice could have been a new genre of music.
Her smile was the moon and stars when the sun settled.
Her eyes matched her caramel/chocolate complexion
to the point that I became lost in the fantasy
of her potential sweetness.
I craved her to rid
the bitter taste that life gave me.
All in all, her beauty was like the ocean,
yet she was shallow.
Lacking any depth, but at the same time
she could drown you deep in the waters of disparity.

My recovery is unlikely.
Mending my heart would take a drastic procedure.
She molded my heart with a chisel
and hammer with all intent to shatter it to bits.
She is a true artist because she succeeded
and exceeded beyond all limitations.
A masterpiece of destruction like a volcanic eruption.
I should've requested a prenuptial agreement,
so that I could have everything I gave to her returned.
Like my heart, my mind, my trust, and my ability to love.
But she chose to keep a big piece of me
to let it rest in her memoirs of deceit.
The only way that you could possibly
unlock my caged heart is if you fit the missing piece.
No offense, but I won't hold my breath.

So hi my name is...never mind,
I won't be around long enough for you to curse it.
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