We were perfectly imperfect
We didn't know what the future held for us
At a time I thought you were the epitome of beauty, but I was quick to learn
Your presence in my life was believed to be a gift
But this gift you placed into my hands, was a ticking bomb,
I gladly took it, with a smile on my face.
It was waiting to tear me apart, to leave me on the street, calling out for you to help me
But all you did was smile as I was dragged down into a never ending spiral of pain
You played me like a melody unfortunate for anyone to hear.
I was deceiving myself
But as long as you were sufficiently using me to your advantage, it was okay, right?
You tore a piece of me away and locked it in a cold dark room.
I was suffocating in your forced silence
How could I be drowning myself willingly for you when you'd give me up for a penny?
Your words did nothing to help me out of the hole that was my suffering.
You held out your hand for me, but only pushed me down when I held it.
The fire you enticed was blown out by none other than you, leaving me to cough up smoke and ashes
Your kind eyes and your subtly harsh words clashed
However, they worked on mutual terms to break me down
The bags under my eyes became a deep sorrowful purple, like that of curtains near a casket
You turned pretty words into a nightmare
My eyes were puffy and crimson in color as I called to lull you into a peaceful state
That of which you never returned
The palms of my hands were sore, aching, and a rosy pink, the small crescent imprints were visible for yet another day
My being was never important to you, only when you needed an optimistic voice telling you it was going to be okay, but then again it wasn't such an easy job
A coma would be a better reality than waking up to the realization that your very happiness brings me the most utter pain.
