I was a dreamer..
Before he happened.
I was a lover..
Before he happened.
I thought that I had a place in this world and that I could do anything.. But that was before he happened.
Before he took my fragile heart that he promised to fix and ripped it to shreds.
Before I realized that the look he gave my body was not one of affection, but one of a hungry animal that only cared for his own needs.
He meant the world to me, I thought he was my universe while I was a simple spec of stardust... But he was the polluted skies that took my breath and the litter that destroyed my life.
I am the earth, a thousand years of dying and many more to come.
He was my home when it rained, but I soon realized that he was burning and they he'd lock me inside with no way to escape.
Even if that rain was made of acid it seems more appealing to me now.
He was a poet. A man made of beautiful words that made my hair stand on end, but those words meant nothing to him. He was a demon in disguise.
Before he happened the world seemed gray, but now it's ashen black and filled with hopelessness. And all I want.. is to pretend that he never happened.
