"You're gone away now
I watched you disappear.
All that's left is a ghost of you"
~Of Monsters And Men
Over the years, i've had something to fight for, something that I could never bear to give up on. So many people have helped me fight on for you and I can never thank them more. I was fighting for that Crimson Heart. But I'm sorry, I can't help but speculate that you're not the person I've fought for all these years. We've changed so much.
Every time I dig deeper into your mask, there's so much sadness, so much grief, and despair that it hurts out of the cracks in your porcelain face. I feel like that negativity has taken over. The girl I once loved has been overwhelmed by her monsters. They abuse your body. They cut scars into your skin, death into your head. Whenever I lay eyes on the cuts on your skin, my heart tells me "I hurt you. This is all my fault. I made you take your knife and carve your heart out."
Every day, it seems you drift further and further away from me. Our ship has been wrecked and we're holding on to the debris, hoping the storm may just stop. But no, it continues on and on and I watch you drift away from me as the waves split our paths.
I want to fight for you. But who am I really fighting for?
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