Vanity

Vanity is the shadow,

Shoving me out of her spotlight.

Vanity is my nemesis

And my adoration

at the same time.

Vanity is my only

certain truth, and

Vanity is

Vanity is Vanity is

Vanity is my constant denier, t denier,

Compulsive liar.

Vanity

Takes my insides

And sets them afire.

Vanity is never eligible

as my competitor,

She sits smugly

On my furious breath,

As I burn with desire

That will never

Entice her.

Vanity is

Stunning,

Breathtaking,

Heartbreaking.

Vanity

Is my gut,

Slowly twisting.

Vanity is

My darkest

Nightmare.

Vanity holds the whip,

and the human souls

become frantic

for the grace

of her luscious smirk.

Vanity is all those things

I could never be.

Vanity is self possession

hard and sexy

graceful with wicked delight.

Vanity

is always on time.

Vanity has everything.

You'd think it would

fill her up inside.

Vanity loves money,

Rents her soul out

by the dime.

She's witty and clever,

wickedly sensual,

holds grudges forever.

Takes bribes from the Devil,

doesn't hold her breath

or think twice about being a rebel.

She always hot

always ready.

Never unsure or giddy.

She knows what she wants

And how to get it.

She will never regret it.

She shoves me down

with her lust

and perfect nails

unapologetic and aesthetic.

Vanity is hollow.

Never full of sorrow.

Despises children,

Kicks cats

Hates happy thoughts,

Hopes for nothing

Plans for tomorrow.

Vanity will cook my heart up,

Eat it for breakfast

Chews

doesn't swallow.