Deception is only ones perception of it

Self Destruct

Love is faithful.
Love is honest.
To love is to cherish.
To cherish is to treasure.
But you didn't want to love me.
You wanted to gouge out the symptoms and leave puncture wounds in the wake of attraction.
You told me it was love but kept me shackled to the bed frame.
Love is an enigma. But I still loved you.

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All you ever wanted was to run and hide from your world of captivity. 
But every corner of this bedroom, every inch of your body, although filled with tears and scars, reminded you of him.
You submerged yourselves in the cruel acts he did and constantly fell for the temptations he provided.
For a man who once promised to better himself.
But broke out into carnage every time.
All your empty words and crossed threats seem like micro humor now. What a stupid girl.
To think the sins of another wouldn't lace themselves into your skin.
So fraught with sorrow, and rotten from the bitter taste of love, you extinguished the fire he let run rabid in your heart and turned your humanity off.
I think you thought it would be better this way. 
To cut the infection off before it festers.
But you were wrong to think he couldn't get to you this way.
Those sugar coated words that could once make you wet, slipped through the cracks of your exterior and you came withering back to a bed with a snake.
But you would rather choke on your silence then allow him to see you so vulnerable so you conformed to the idea that he was perfect for you.
The lies you spewed out replaced truth and you slowly fell into an ocean of despair that wrapped you in its arms and coaxed your mellow heart back into obedience.
You were now the slave to your own heart again. Or rather his.
For better or for worse.
I guess you forgot to relish in the meaning of those words before you fell in love with death.