I said: “I love you!”
I said: “I cannot go through
       what happened last time.”
I said: “Do not to toss me away 
         — AGAIN!”
I said: “I missed us.”
I said: “I regret you!” (I lied)

   The lie was complicated 
 came from my lips, oozed 
    like warm honey 
from one of my favourite recipes 

 One’s word, defined as broken 
   many times, in some instances 
 words are kept and in other’s 
    crumble to Earth 

   Lies forged, lovers lost 
 severed ties burned 
     to ash allowed to die

Propensity for maudlin emotion 
  comes from anyone regardless 
        of good or evil 
    a lover maimed 

  A witch with such venom 
and so horribly a secret oath 
  it’s not an unfamiliar tale 

“I will have my revenge, 
     bla, bla bla…” 

Perhaps not a good idea to mock 
 although thematically vengeance
     houses timeless faculties
    magical manifestations

On one quiet snowy afternoon 
a witch entered Pandora’s home
   with a desire to cause 
      an endless ache

   A lover, 
  she was never 
    able to sustain 
   taken with passionate arms 
left for an expressionless death 
wanted the attention of this man 
    unemotional bad boy 
who lines women
   on the side of a bar 
 like bourbon shots and partakes 
 at super speed that would shame 
          the flash 
        at his fastest