he made me feel special by telling me everyday , that i was the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. he told me the other girls didnt matter, and he was just trying to find someone as beautiful as me. and everyday I believed him. i painted him shades of trees touching the ocean and leaning on to the skies to remind us of his eyes and the empty raindrops that fell from them.
he told me that nothing would break us apart, and he loved me. that he loved me. and i still believed him, even after he started calling me names that are dirtier than the ashes i played with.
our relationship became more broken than his promises and every time he called me beautiful. i still loved him while he kept me tied down with invisible chains; and every day got worse.
"i'm doing this for your own good."
and i still believed him; even after he broke his promises and my heart.
he loved me, but the minute i craved his warm touch, it burned and blistered at his fingertips.
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