“You call me cruel after I finally chose to love myself fully before you.”

You tainted me with your cursed lips apocalypse.

A hint of cigarette drifts through this sweet scent reminds me of you reminiscing until smoke fades from my view.

I hold onto these beloved memories so close to my heart, the thought of forgetting tears me apart.

Tell me what is life, is it black and white or an explosion of colors setting off at night.

You told me you went to hell and back for my sake, when I see your face no signs or trace or effort “for my sake”; here you go again with your lies, go back to hell where you’re welcome to stay.

It was a magical evening that started with chocolate strawberries, following with ripples of kisses and her sweet smile, wishing this night would last longer lets just stay awhile.

I cannot get your voice out of my head, free flowing as it lingers repeating those four haunting words, as I stare at the ring around my finger.

Tracing my fingertips over these open wounds that you carelessly open up, just to be amused; You pick at my sorrow while all I do is care for you.

You are the cream in my coffee as you lather me with your sweet kisses, brightening up my every morning. Your existence is ever so adoring.

Tear me apart cut open my flesh, until I bleed out just like the rest of the mess.

Watching the luminous waves in the darkness of the night we sit side by side, you pull me in and hold me tight, you whisper lets stay this way, till the stars all burn away.

In the midst of these silent nights, the midnight breeze creeps in traveling between the naked trees swaying with elegancy suddenly the moon sings a mysterious melody.

Give me unexpected whether it is good or bad, I learn from it all. As you build or break me in the end, I will stand tall.

I release my handsfree the reins, as the blood diminishes through my empty veins; allowing life to flow as I go into the light that’s resided in my soul.

You shake and rattle me with your turbulent eyes sending my body sky high.

Seeing your face so high in fragments on the sky, your voice in the wind, just one day I’d like to be in your arms once again.

Unnecessary noise is the most cruel abuse of care which can be inflicted on either the sick or the well.

And when we hurt someone whose hurt us, do we call it coping or cruelty?

Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time Be crushed by the spirit of light.

In war it is necessary to kill as many people as possible — such is the cynical logic of war. Brutality in a fight is unavoidable; have you seen how cruelly children fight in the streets?

The unhappy are egotistical, base, unjust, cruel, and even less capable of understanding one another than are idiots. Unhappiness does not unite people, but separates them.

We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.

I have learned that neither kindness or cruelty by themselves, or independent of each other, create any effect beyond themselves.

When I cannot understand my Father’s leading, And it seems to be but hard and cruel fate, Still I hear that gentle whisper ever pleading, God is working, God is faithful-Only wait.