He slowly killed me and the worst part was that I allowed him without any resistance. I knew it was happening the moment I learned the monster that he was. Knowledge does not play its role when its overshadowed by love. Looking back I wonder how I let him consume me.
My very heart, my soul it was all for him. When he looked at me with those pale blue eyes I thought I was floating little did I know I was drowning. The way he held my hand every time I needed while using it to point a gun and shoot at innocent people. The sweet little details when it came to romance especially the amount of gifts I would receive, but those things weren't his to give they belonged to others.
As I write this I remember seeing him as a person worthy of love. Not someone who deserves this harsh description. Sadly theres always more to a person that meets the eye.
Red , black, and white.
His uniform band accompanied by a black shirt.
All tied together by a black hat sitting on top of his silky blond hair.
The man I love but to him I was a game piece and he never failed to remind me who he truly loved
His führer