My Promise

You're heart

The first promise I made to you was when we first met. You were so beautiful. You took my heart when you ran right into me. All three feet of your wet, sassy, self had mesmerised me right there.

I couldn't move or speak. I promised that I would take your heart and you'd be mine.

Now you run from me. Everytime I see you, I see you're heart shatter again, I see you turning, I see you running, I see you crying.

You knew this would happen one way and I know that I was wrong. I'm sorry my little angel.

I should've never said it but I did. There isn't an excuse like "I was drunk" or "I wasn't thinking" to come and save me.

Not this time. What I did was me. Full force, all anger, and every ounce of strength you gave me, my goddess, I used it against you.

But you're still beautiful. No matter how short or tall you are, how long or short your hair is, or the amount of makeup you wear. Even when you wake up in the morning, hair a mess, eyeliner from the night before smeared under your eyes I still think you're the most beautiful girl ever.

No one can take my heart from your hands. I love you, My Queen.