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They made me see offensive remarks as flirty jokes,
And I saw your touch carried with sexual intentions as affectionate strokes.

I soaked my pillow with tears at night because of your manipulation,
And I told myself if you loved me, but that was just my justification.

I saw your toxic habits as all fun and games.
Until you couldn't stop or listen, and you didn't act the same.

Cause the boy I fell in love with fifteen months ago
Didn't need rose colored glasses to come across gold.

When I finally took them off and saw what you became,
My happiness stopped and I finally felt the pain.

You burned me to the ground and weren't there to pick up the ashes
And I wonder if I loved you, or was it just the red colored glasses

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