You came with your shiny armor.
Made of white teeth and bright eyes.
And from the highest tower.
I stumbled and fell into your arms.

It was your tender touch.
Your loving words.
And the truthful promises.
That made me yours.

And I thought.
That I finally could be happy.
But it was nothing but a simple grasp.
A flicker.

Now my hands are empty.
Missing yours.
My lips are lost.
Looking for yours.

My heart is now broken.
For the lack of you.
But maybe I should've listened.
When you said your pride was high.

Should've read between lines.

You found out.
That indeed, the tower surrounded me once.
But it was not protecting me.
It was protecting the exterior from me.

You were more pure.
Than a small child's laughter.
And all it took was one touch from me.
To leave you without a cure.

Now I'm alone.
And you realize, you've never needed me.
Go on with your life.
This was meant for me.