Why claim to be real with her or pretend to be a friend to her? Deceiving her. Melting her like wax melts before a flame. Shaping her…raping her…. Taking her heart that only beat for you with love and crushing it in your fist leaving her broken and unfit to live. Stabbing her… killing her… How dare you repair the pieces of her shattered heart? Put it all together just to tear it apart. Why take her love unconditional so beautiful, and pure… manipulate it, corrupt, and transform it into something unrecognizable not unlike Hate which now seeps from her pores and open wounds. Hating her self for being so stupid. Hating him for not accepting her love and taking such delicate care only to trick her. Not taking into account that love is blind, still a gift nonetheless but after what she’s been through she ain’t tryina hear that mess. Her anger becomes sadness. She desperately needs somebody to hold her but she refuses to have any man caught up in her drama. She won’t let him help heal the cuts, tears, and punctures. Pains he did not create so she remains in pain and each day the hurt grows stronger.
She tries to heal herself but possesses of no love to clean her filthy wounds that were inflicted by you. Infection results and every part of her is saturated with unfathomable feelings of Worthlessness and Hopelessness regarding her own self in low esteem. The infection finally reaches what is left of her heart which barely beats... slowly pumping out the poison that will now sustain her. Instead of killing her it changed her. The very genetic makeup of who she was and who she was meant to be has been replaced. She is now what she believes to be a strong woman. Angry, bitter, and overly independent… Rage and resentment engulfs her... a storm that will forever remain brewing deep within her being. She has become an unnecessary soldier in an army that does not exist… fighting for a cause that is just a little more than insignificant. She is ready to start a war with anyone who will respectfully approach her. Suspicious of any man who would dare say he loves her. Now cloaked in ice, in a home built from darkness. Living among the shadows. Afraid of Loves light, she bathes in the blackness of the night.
She tries to heal herself but possesses of no love to clean her filthy wounds that were inflicted by you. Infection results and every part of her is saturated with unfathomable feelings of Worthlessness and Hopelessness regarding her own self in low esteem. The infection finally reaches what is left of her heart which barely beats... slowly pumping out the poison that will now sustain her. Instead of killing her it changed her. The very genetic makeup of who she was and who she was meant to be has been replaced. She is now what she believes to be a strong woman. Angry, bitter, and overly independent… Rage and resentment engulfs her... a storm that will forever remain brewing deep within her being. She has become an unnecessary soldier in an army that does not exist… fighting for a cause that is just a little more than insignificant. She is ready to start a war with anyone who will respectfully approach her. Suspicious of any man who would dare say he loves her. Now cloaked in ice, in a home built from darkness. Living among the shadows. Afraid of Loves light, she bathes in the blackness of the night.
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