From the bottom of my heart

Primitive

She has never met anyone like you,
you are primitive, backward.
You accused her of things she never did
things she never felt, offering her as a sacrifice 
for your own wrong-doings. Love's 
hate hidden behind her bubbly facade 
Her eyes became black pebbles while
She crows at the wall
A monstrosity once hidden,
but you opened the pandora's box 
and now all that is, or was, in it, 
is yours to keep 
forever and ever.