They say revenge is a dish best served cold

But I like to keep it hot.

I can think of a million ways to bring you to your knees

But I would rather let karma do the killing.

As I watch from across the street

All I see is you begging life to let up on you

But you never let up on me

You never gave me a break, you just kept on breaking me

And now you think that the universe is just going to hold back the curses and rain down the blessings.

In my dreams I still see you.

You are there with your hands around my neck

And you're always looking at me like I am the victim.

I was a victim to your terrible temper

But I am not a victim anymore.

I am waiting, like a hunter for his prey.

I will slay you.

I will destroy you.

I will murder your soul.

This bridge is beginning to burn.

This heart is beginning to heal.

Fuck forgiveness!

I do not want to forgive you

I do not even want to forget you..

I just want to see you suffer

I want to see the universe bring you to your knees.

I want to see you go up in flames.

I say revenge is a dish best served hot.

I've has a way of preserving things

And I want to burn you away.

-AshleyAnne

revenge is subtle, like poison.

like poison, revenge must take it's time.

so wait. watch. listen.

revenge is best served cold,

when no one will see it,

and every one has forgotten why.

so serve it shivering.

serve it hard and froze.

serve it where enemies freeze,

thinking they had escaped.

take back what you need,

maybe only want.

if you need it,

be more careful.

need leads to rash decisions,

while want leads to careful calculations.

hides in shadow,

watch feet.

memorize the times,

plan out your plan.

and if you feel too cowardly,

don't do a big bomb.

leave several small tacks.

build up courage,

like builders build up a house.

lay down a plan,

place a frame of lists made by candlelight.

make it work,

walk on brass tacks without crying.

walk on coals without burning.

then you take on a bomb,

and lay it down at the feet of your enemy.

then walk away,

them thinking you've surrendered.

then, when in safe sights,

hit the big red button labeled Revenge.

walk away from a burning building,

where revenge burns.

revenge burns hot inside,

yet it's best served cold.

different start and different end,

like starting in love,

and ending in hate.

starting in good, strong,

and coming out bad, exhausted.

hit revenge.

the red button that takes control.

then feel...

empty.

with out purpose.

so better to have small revenges.

draw out the inevitable conclusion

of swirling nothing where revenge once dwelled.

I want to see him hurt

The kind of hurt that takes a lifetime to heal.

I want to watch him choke from coughing and trying to breath and crying all at the same time.

I want him to know what it feels like to think that your only option is crisply slice deep...

...to the point your arms feel numb and you just pass out blood dripping down your shirt.

Or to think about running away just to end it all.

The shortness of breathe

Waking up at night to tears and sweat.

Seeing someone else flaunt him when he was mine.

Or suppose to be I want him to feel that.

Like someone is taking a hammer and drilling it right through your chest. Deep.

Then I want him to be to feel the love return.

Unconditionally

Irrevocably

Intensely

Dive head first in love

To feel like the one that hurt him, heals him.

Holds him

Keeps him

Fix him.

Then to have that smashed down in a matter of a week. Ripped straight away from him

Make him feel the pain.

But then again. I want him to find love, love so true that he wouldn't want to hurt anyone the way he did me. I want his happiness.

....for him to wake up everyday and not want any other life expect his own.

My revenge is for him to know he gave up on someone that cared.

I want him to feel my forgiveness

Watch as I genuinely respect and care.

To realize what he lost and for him to just know

The hurt that I feel. Made me a better person.

Revenge is

Like avenging

But for yourself

Instead of others

It's selfish but

It works and

You have to try and

See how the pain--

Reflects off the windows

In a splatter of rain, and

Kills the sun, in

A burst of pain, and

Makes the moon howl

In a beauteous wail, and

How they all run away

And I let my pain out--

In a single gulp

Swallowing the ocean, with

Winters and summers

Screaming a commotion, and

A large gaping maw, with

Teeth like claws, and

My sharp high-heels to

Stamp upon your face, and

A handkerchief in my pocket

To clean and erase, so

You'll disappear from my world

Without a single trace

In one release of anger,

I'll cry an ocean of tears, and

Scream out to the moonlight

All my darkest fears, and

Wish upon you horrible fates, then

Suddenly realise...

I can do it myself...

Can't I?

Ha!

--

You know, raindrops on roses

Aren't my favorite things

So instead I turn to you

And I suddenly have wings

And sharpened claws of fury

Ripping into your arms, and

Teeth like knives

Tearing you apart, and

Eyes like daggers

To make you regret

All the things you've done

Since the day we met

"Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did.

Time for a little revenge.

The story starts when it was hot and it was summer

And, I had it all; I had him right there where I wanted him

She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause

She took him faster than you could say sabotage

I never saw it coming, nor would I have expected it

I underestimated just who I was dealing with

She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum

She underestimated just who she was stealing from

She's not a saint and she's not what you think

She's an actress, whoa

She's better known for the things that she does

On the mattress, whoa

Soon she's gonna find

Stealing other people's toys on the playground

Won't make you many friends

She should keep in mind,

She should keep in mind

There is nothing I do better than revenge, ha

She looks at life like it's a party and she's on the list

She looks at me like I'm a trend and she's so over it

I think her ever present frown is a little troubling

And, she thinks I'm a psycho

'Cause I like to rhyme her name with things, but

Sophistication isn't what you wear, or who you know

It's pushing people down to get you where you wanna go

Oh they didn't teach you that in prep school

So it's up to me

But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity

(Think about what you did)

She's not a saint and she's not what you think

She's an actress, whoa

She's better known for the things that she does

On the mattress, whoa

Soon she's gonna find

Stealing other people's toys on the playground

Won't make you many friends

She should keep in mind,

She should keep in mind

There is nothing I do better than revenge, ha

I'm just another thing for you to roll your eyes at honey

You might have him, but haven't you heard

I'm just another thing for you to roll your eyes at honey

You might have him, but I'll always get the last word

Whoa

She's not a saint and she's not what you think

She's an actress, whoa

She's better known for the things that she does

On the mattress, whoa

Soon she's gonna find

Stealing other people's toys on the playground

Won't make you many friends

She should keep in mind,

She should keep in mind

There is nothing I do better than revenge, ha

And do you still feel like you know what you're doing,

'Cause I don't think you do, oh

Do you still feel like you know what you're doing,

I don't think you do, I don't think you do

Let's hear the applause

C'mon show me how much better you are

See you deserve some applause

'Cause you're so much better

She took him faster than you could say sabotage.

He sat across the empty room, cap pulled over his head, hooding his eyes like a Sith lord, though he held a very different power than the force. All that was visible was his crooked smile and the blinking red recording light coming from his phone. It was pointed at me. As I sat on his couch the black lights hung around his room casted my body in dim glow. The room was minimally decorated, raunchy posters scattered across the walls and besides the couch and armchair that we were respectively sitting on, the apartment was empty. I ran my palms against my bare legs, spreading the sweat that had accumulated there from stress, I knew I was running out of time.

“Three minutes,” a calm voice across the room mused, and despite how I couldn’t see his eyes I knew they were baring into me.

“Why are you doing this to me? Isn’t there anything else I can do?” I gently pleaded with him, hoping that anything I could say would make a difference, but his only response was a wider smile and the unsettling knowledge of having only two minutes.

I asked again, more desperate this time. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I told you, I’m Satan.”

We sat there in silence. I could hear my heartbeat as it reacted to the cigarette he had forced me to finish earlier. He had promised to give me the information I wanted if I could finish it, but once again I had run out of time missed my chance on his game of manipulation roulette.

“One more minute...” his statement hung in the air as I was forced to reevaluate my worth, dignity and my price. I slowly stood up and walked toward him pausing one last time to breath in the toxic air the surrounded me and to nudge a tossed beer can with my foot. The distance between us seemed endless, like a desert where each movement was the choice between life and death.

“Well?” he said, removing the hood from his head and cocking his eyebrow to remind me that the sand in my hourglass had slipped a little to far for his liking. I finished my walk and stood before him knowing what I had to do, and hating myself for getting pushed this far.

I got on my knees and watched as the blinking recording light flicked on then off. 50 shades of grey? more like 50 shades of Hell...