Easy
You think loving you is easy? Think again. You're cruel, you know that? You are the epitome of sweet sorrow. You are an ending of which I adore. You're the beautiful campfire that could burn down a whole forest when no ones watching. And you get away with it. Your beauty, though it runs deeper then skin deep, alludes from the fact you can be ice cold. You're a trap and no cane see it. But I have and no matter how hard I try to escape your grasp you are a force that can not be defeated. Maybe the power you hold over me is only a figment of my imagination. Maybe your only true power are your words. And you use them to manipulate me and fill my head with sweet nothings and fantasies that will be nothing more than that. Just a fantasy. So you thought it was easy? You thought giving you every fiber of my being , being completely and solely yours. Allowing myself to be lost in you. You thought that was easy? Well, it was. But keeping it going, that's what's hard. To know that I'm being used and letting myself be used is not easy. I want to fight back but I can't. You have started an internal war within the confines of myself and it is a bloody battle field. The countless times that I knew I could've thrown you aside. The times I could tell you off. But I hold my tongue. Why? Simple. Because becoming your slave was easy. Becoming your chew toy was easy. Becoming whoever you wanted, it was easy. Because it's all too easy to fall in love. To want to give everything you are to a person. It's natural, it's part of being human. What's not easy is knowing I'll wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and I won't recognize the person I've let myself become for you. It was so easy to let you become the the sculptor and let myself become clay in your hands. All of the falling was easy. It's the getting up that's the difficult part.
