A Girl's Collection

Who Else?

You who walked cliffs on bare feet.
You who climbed rocks with bleeding fingers.
You allowed the soft patter of water to decorate your arms.
You breathed in the deep smells of serenity.

Who were you?

You who crawls across hot coals to make it to bed.
You who extinguishes flames within people's heart.
You who starts fires within the forest for the crackling sound.

Who are you?

You who steps on people's dreams and crumbles their hopes in your hands.
You who wraps people around your fingers but gives disgusting looks as you toss them down the drain.
You who cries for help and cries for relief when you push your own problems and pain on others.

...Who did you become?...

I've been asking that question since the very start.
I've been looking for the answer as to why you "looked" so broken.
I pleaded with any and every god that reigns the sky above.
I begged for a good night's rest for you.
My voice grew hoarse from the soft lullaby's you wanted me to sing.
My fingers formed callouses where you wanted me to scratch your head or back.
My legs went numb from the race you threw me in.
The race you used to thin out the herd.
The marathon you controlled to find the ones that "truly cared for you".

I lost that race because I learned of your schemes.
I fell from my running horse when I saw the disfigured smile behind the curtains.
I gave in to my hidden thoughts and ideas when you called me, "a bitch who never truly cared for you".

How could you call me that?

The girl you once called your best friend.
The human who held your crying figure.
The person who gave you a family formed by love and not screaming.
The one who offered to you the fruits of their heart.

You called me your paradise but, I learned that it was truly you who never cared for me.
I learned you only used me for the sanctuary that was my warm bed and not my embrace.

How many more people will you fool?
You've already lost so many from your mistakes.
And you lose more every time you deny it.
I know you lost me.
The nerdy girl who seemed to shine brightest in class.
The outgoing student that held a mask to their face to hide any blemishes of misery or sadness.
You lost the person you helped create.
You lost me.
A girl as pure as a white flower...
Of course you did find me.

But...

Not in the same condition you discovered me in.
I was beaten and bruised.
Petals yanked from my essence and leaves tore away from my heart.

It hurts you know.
Finally seeing that you only toyed and played with me.
Only to throw me away when I became of no use anymore.