i was in love with him once
he was the most imperfect soul i had ever known
but why was i drawn to that? i don't know
for i wasn't known for being imperfect
i was never sad, never had an ounce of hatred in my heart
my pure innocent heart was exposed to the horrors of the real world
thanks to him
yet why did i come back to him? for i was not
the one who cried. nor the one who gave
up. why did the only whole person fall in
love with the most broken person? she tried to help
him but only cut herself on his broken
shards. with every drop of her blood she fell more and
more in
love..

now i am still not the imperfect one
they call me smart, kind
empty compliments echo in my ears as i drown in
other's expectations. the most important word to me has
been removed. i am still the smart one. i am still the one who
is kind. but i am no longer
the one who
laughs.
my efforts to repair the pieces of the one i
loved were useless. for all it did was make
me bleed my happiness out where i
could never retrieve it
again.