Bamboozler

Scorn is my aim, It is my hope for salvation. This was never real! Never! it was nauseatingly surreal “Relationship” you called it, “Abomination!” I say, Twisting and teasing my yearning. Inspiring my passion, my affection, all to be foil for your mockery! Expertly you made me suffer, Tormenting me! Torturing me! Turmoil !! OH God! To my soul and further! to the soul of my soul, to my inner soul… turmoil! Tramp, Harlot, vampire of the innocent bloom of desire. Igniter of inextinguishable flames, Purveyor Of lust and the Profane, I curse you! still, this said… in my mouth, I still taste you in my nostrils, I still smell you my fingertips, remember you. My heart, Oh God! my Heart, it wants free of my chest! It bangs at my chest this betrayer! My whole body betrays me! I want it torn away tare it Away from me! Tare my body away! It is more hers then mine anyway. Leave my naked soul to drown in the eithers Of bodiless breathless slumber un-encumbered, un-infested, un-tainted. Anything, Anything, I say Anything that will pull her out of me, I will do You liar, you bamboozler, You never, ever loved me!... You were my cherished, my forever my bitter, my sweet, my tender passions temptress. But, In vain…In Vain, all my attempts In vain… and sadly if I were Breathless, and bodiless, I would love you still. written For Delilah Ventura dictionary fun contest 11/13/2012