The Worst Man That Ever Lived

They say men are simple, yet they’re not,

But that’s okay, for simple men I’ve never sought.

I need someone who wants to rule the world,

Someone whose fingers snap around the globe.

I need someone who aspires for greatness in all he can be,

Someone who wants to annihilate anyone else but me.

I don’t want a “hardworking” gentleman.

I want the ugliest, greediest, most self-centered man.

I want to love a narcissist, for I am a true egoist.

I want to love a psychopath, for I am truly a sociopath.

I want to live on the edge, I crave the thrill.

I don’t want a boring life at all, if you will.

I want roses and cherry chocolate sweet,

And crimson blood pooling at my feet.

I’ll see our mansion on the hill catch flame,

I’ll watch it burn, while he’s to blame.

I want to smell the char, the rot, the dirt.

The lies, the ugliness, in all he’s worth.

While I smell like Chanel, fresh laundry, and champagne’s bliss,

But fresh spring flowers too—picked as a clean-slate tease.

And when he doesn’t answer, I’ll know what’s true,

He’s dead to me, just like morning dew.

I’ll call once, twice, and then no more,

For what it’s worth, I’m being ignored.

He might as well be dead on the floor,

But I’ll let the silence settle like a closing door.

I want to see him broken, beaten and grim,

When I pour my whole life down the drain just for him.

Just for the sake of it, just because I could.

They say “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.”

But isn’t life more fun when it’s unpredictable?

I can’t ever be safe, I was born to be indictable.

For I want to give him a crooked grin,

I’ll look down on him, knowing I’ll win.

And when his pale face contorts in agony,

I’ll know he’s finally and utterly scared of me.

I want my diamond ring to fall and clatter,

While I carve out what truly matters.

His heart, his blood, his bones, my feast,

My hunger sated, my soul released.

Lastly, I want him to know I am better than him.

For I am, honestly, the worst man that ever lived.

I am, truly, the darkest of men,

And I’ll do it all again, again, and again.

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PS: Just so you know, this poem was heavily inspired by "Gone Girl" and written before Taylor Swift released "The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived," so they're not related. <3