Vampire with A Bouquet

He viewed her as no more than self-gain

Pretending it was love

But never experiencing more than lust 

Never feeling remorse

For inflicting her with such pain. 

All the life in her, he chose to drain

He wore a facade 

A vampire in an angels cloth 

He sucked away all of her energy

While pretending to give her life 

He viewed her as no more than self-gain. 

She was as human as they came 

With a glowing soul, an intelligent brain 

But he chose to see only her appearance 

A skinny body with a pretty face 

A trophy to gloat about in diners and at bars

Because he saw an object, where a human stood 

He never felt remorse 

For inflicting her with such pain. 

He appeared as selfless, but was an extension of vain 

He cared more for himself 

And terminated anyone who got in his way

He was a destructive force 

But always remained suave in his words

His smile manipulated millions 

He fooled her into loving him but 

He viewed her as no more than self-gain. 

But since she was as human as they came, 

Forever kind with an intelligent brain 

She grew from his destruction 

And left him in the dust 

He broke her to shreds

But she refused to quit 

She conquered the devil who 

Viewed her as no more than self-gain 

And never felt remorse 

For inflicting her with such pain. 

• break up
• poetry
• self-love