Leaving. A word im afraid of. I hate when people leave. So when we started dating, I was terrified you’d leave me. But it turned out to be the opposite. As the honeymoon phase ended. I started to see the true you. I started to see how much you wanted that control over me, tearing me down just to get it. I wanted to grow with you, you wanted you to fix me. Leaving. A word I was afraid of when we first started dating, that soon became a word of freedom. Leaving. I was leaving. And when I did I felt free. My happiness overthrew my sadness. Leaving. Something I should’ve done a long time before. But I was blinded by love. But when I did leave. It felt fucking great. Because you hid my worth and ruined me. So I decided for the best that I was, Leaving.

Dead Roses. Once beautiful before they were mistreated and damaged. Much like oneself. People can be beautiful and filled with life. Until their mistreated. Causing them to lose their life and become a shell of what they once were. The petals loosing their magic. The thorns becoming sharper. And the flower losing its emotion. Dead roses. The term I like to use for heartbreak. When a bright rose loses its petals. When a stem gains new thorns. When the joy is replaced with pain. When the petals close back to a bud. Thorns surrounding it to protect its remaining beauty. Dead roses. I guess all nature is connected to itself. For we too are like dead roses. If we’re hurt too much.

If you asked for the moon I’d give you the word and more. If you asked for my heart I’d carve it out and place it in your hands. If you asked for me to be closer I’d take planes and cars to be there. If you asked for care I’d stay with you until you felt the love I feel. If you asked for protection I’d destroy the world for you. If you were ever afraid of the dark I’d bring the sun down so it was never dark. If you were in need of a heart I’d give you my own. Afterall it was yours to begin with and yours to dispose. I was always yours. I breathe your air. I worship your body. I pray to your heart. I take you like a sin. You stole my heart and everything. Im nothing without and I’ll never be. I can’t say those three little words so forgive me. But your life itself, my greatest sin. My greatest obsession. For you I’d burn and I’d freeze. You opened my heart and made me feel complete. I can’t say those words but I can say. Your my everything.

When he found her, she was confident in herself, but he could see in her eyes the fire inside. Once he got to know her, she saw the shambles and ruins she was in. The scars on her heart were almost too much to believe. So he decided he’d make this his task. He healed her heart and made it beat again. The scars on your heart. We’re his too. He healed her, and she healed him too. The scars on our heart, go deeper than the surface. And that’s why he went and treated them with courage. Because he too had known hurt, so he healed them carefully and healed her and- The scars on our heart.

His wings were perfect and vibrant. While hers were tattered from the last one. But instead of healing her wings and taking care of them. Her took pleasure in beating them black and blue. Took pleasure in cheating and making her sob too. After a while he left, and left her broken again. She became more and more tattered throughout the days. Until she met the next one. His wings had been healed, bandaged,and sealed. She was afraid to go to him, but he embraced her naturally. He welcomed her with open arms, and began tending to her wings. Healing them as he was healed. Slowly but surely. Poor girl never felt loved until him. So he was sure to heal all he could and help her with the rest of the pain. For he knew too what it was like to be tattered. He knew too what it was like to be hurt. So he made sure to heal her, because he too had once been hurt.

Blood Pact. That’s what me and him had apparently. But I guess we never discussed the terms. As plates and vases shattered. As punches and swings flew. My blood was spilled for the pact, but I can’t say the same about you. As we fought endlessly. I became a victim of this unknown pact to me. Since your words weren’t “I love you” but deadly hits. I became part of a one-sided contract. Unable to fight back. This blood pact wasn’t fun. It never made me laugh. Only made me sad. This blood pact became my torture. This blood pact became just my blood. For I’d never raise a hand to hurt you. But you’ve raised yours for fun. This blood pact is deadly. This blood pact has to stop. Because if you raise your hand to kill. I might be gone.

All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of the cloudless blue. Laid a young couple on the green grass. Her eyes like honey. And his eyes like grass. Her skin like chocolate. And his skin like glass. Her hair like the roots of a tree. And his like waves in the oceans. They were both inlove. And as they grew together, laying side by side. They grew older. The eyes became tired. Their hair became the color of clouds. And the skin became droopy. But they continued to lay beside eachother. Feeling young next to eachother. All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of the cloudless blue. They grew old and so inlove too.

The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes… The love she saw was nothing but lies. The hugs turned into punches. The conversations turned into arguments. The spell broke. Curses disguised nicknames. Yells disguised as singing. Controlling disguised as caring. The spell broke. All the gifts were cover ups. All the smiles covered up the turmoil. All the makeup covered up the bruises. The spell broke. And now she saw everything for what it was. It wasn’t love but hatred. It wasn’t living but surviving. The love was never there. She had been seeing the world through rose tinted glasses. Now she could see clearly. The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes… She could see all the pain that hid behind her eyes. The spell broke, and so did she. So she broke free.

I was born with black and white sight. Everything dull and boring as I go through life. I lived in a black and white movie. Color was a unknown word to my dark heart. That was until I met her. Her presence brought color to my world. Her chocolate skin. Her honey eyes. Her coffee locks. She was like a sip of expresso in the morning. She brought color into my world. A cozy and comforting change to the atmosphere. Her sweet words like honey. Everything was black and white before she came. Now my world is as sweet as honey. Her body like a beautiful poem. Her eyes like stars. She was my color. I was born with black and white sight. Until her sweetness changed it to honey tones.