OBSESSIVE

please,

just a few months before your fourteenth birthday,
your parents got a messy divorce.

and i guess that ripped you apart,
because you were like thin, delicate paper.

you were so blinded by raw sadness,
you never even saw the grey clouds that swallowed you whole.

or the happiness surrounding you.

you only saw through blurred vision
and could only hear the playlist of
sad songs.
because for you, believer of true love,
skye, you thought it was the end of the world.
you wanted to believe in happy endings,
but the truth slapped you in the face
like iron.

i held you for days while you
were crying into me,
and i'd shoot daggers at my
brother whenever he stormed into
my room to tell me you had to leave.

you were so broken.
but i was there for you.

do you remember?

of course you don't.

you probably would only have
remembered the version where
you met that spiteful bastard,
matthew sayers.

your soulmate.

i should apologise for what i did
to him, but darling, i can't.

he was a fucking weed in the
way of my flower.