"You're so perfect."
I'm not perfect.
"Absolutely beautiful."
I'm not beautiful.
"You're amazing."
The only thing that amazes you about me, is the fact that I still put up with your burning, hot rage and manage to keep myself from melting away like the loose-ish paste I once was.
That hot rage changed me.
The flame in your eyes has hardened me to my very hollow, dark core.
Yes, hollow.
While I portray the image of stone, I am, in fact, an imperfect, ceramic bubble. Incredibly fragile, yet still well made.
I am put together well, indeed.
Molded to the image of what you had desired.
To be appealing in your eyes, out of my deep obsession for love, I allowed you to morph me into this new person, and now I don't know me.
I don't even know who i am..
I put on that beautiful mask you made me.
Hid my true self.
Pretended to be who you wanted me to be.
I pretended to be someone I never was.
Somebody I thought you'd like.
A me that was not me, all just for you...
But that heat has gotten too hot for me and now,
I'm splitting.
Breaking.
Shattering into millions of shards at the touch of your harsh words that smash through my heart.
Those words that break my mind, pushing me into dispair.
The words that you can't take back, no matter how many times you try to repair my heart with "i love you," and "I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry."
The cracks that can't be sealed by your sweet words, pretending they're patches.
Pretty little lies you try to compensate with.
My patience is wearing thin with you, in fact I'm done.
Absolutely done.
You wouldn't ever love the real me anyway.
In fact...
I don't even know if I'll like the real me.
