Self-Inflicted Anguish

Somehow, I managed to do it again;
I reached down your throat and tore out your dreams,
Laughed as you spewed forth the bile of my promises,
And stood gloating over the pool of misery forming at my feet.
You thought me an angel, but I showed you only Hell,
I drug you down to the deepest pit of ataxia and grinned,
Shoved you face-down in the filth of my love,
And fed off the sound of your wretched despair.
I tried to tell you I was no good for you;
Every word I uttered was dripping with deceit,
But you lapped it up like it was the nectar of gods,
Swallowed every droplet of my poisonous affection,
And begged me for more as I wept.
Now you are repulsed by the heinous beast before you,
Where you once saw light there is only dark decay,
The facade you once thought beautiful has cracked,
Oozing a putrid choler from every fracture,
Reeking of betrayal and disappointment.
All I can do now is watch as you flee from the very sight of me,
The horror so plain on your emaciated features,
Every delusion you once had has fallen away now,
And I am left naked and exposed before your disbelieving gaze,
Unable to bring you back, to hold onto my chance at happiness.
I tried so hard to lock away the fiend inside of me,
But somehow, I managed to do it again;
I reached down your throat and tore out your dreams,
Laughed as you spewed forth the bile of my promises,
And stood gloating over the pool of misery forming at my feet,
Denying myself yet another happy ending.