You chose me. Like the hands of death, you grabbed my body and soul. And you kept me.
Dear, if I had known. Known you would shatter me as my most-loved one once shattered me. Even if I counted you the story, and you swore you would protect me.
Little did I know that I would need protection from you.
The first moments were a pure heaven but by the months the veil got lifted from your face. Your delicate face. The face I once admired.
How can a broken person can make such damage? Such damage. You were a bird with a broken wing and I took care of you and loved you with all my heart. I gave it to you on a silver tray and you kept it locked away. You had the power to manipulate me like a puppet. A dead weight.
Within your arms, I faded. I was the exotic flower you should never have tried to water. You could have never offer me what I deserved. But I was too blind to realize it. You seized me as easily as picking up a Bachelor's button.
Just for you, dear, I'll become a crown-of-thorns.
