My simplicity was not enough for you
You wanted me to write metaphysical poems
But couldn't you physically see that my simple being
was a metaphor on its own.

This artistry in its simplest form
its purest form
standing before you.

I limit my words because my actions don't catch up right on time.
I'm guilty of being late.
I admit.
And what hurts the most is that the receiver believes I'm incapable of matching the two.

I watched you settle down.
I was an intruder in a life that you said was fixed for just for me.
This place, no longer was a place I could settle my heart and rest.
Whilst preparing your life for me, you went on about it the wrong way.
I don't recognize you anymore, therefore making it hard for me to link your life to mine.
There are too many G A P S!.
The castle is too big.
I can't claim my "rightful" seat as Queen when I'm unaware of who fed the servants,
who encouraged you and gave you strength to lead the war,
who mended all the broken cracks in this Castle for it to look like this.
You could not have built this castle with no setbacks.
I don't doubt your skills and your seat as King.
But go back to the one who was there from the beginning, not the faded image of me as your Queen.
I can not submit to a King, who has built all this greatness for me but I wasn't there to watch him work hard and in the same breath struggle.
You could not have done this alone, a feminine touch is evident.
Don't disregard her altogether because you seek my presence.
Acknowledge her and set me free.
I once was the queen of your heart but now I have no place here.
Order the guards to open the gates and watch them grab and kick me out, against my will, like the intruder I am.
I'm a stranger now.

Your vulnerability is so transparent i'm left with no option but to comprehend the authenticity that lies amongst these fragile words.
I'm tripping over anger, flaws and pain, in between your words I swear to God healing has not yet come. "There's a difference between running and trying to put something behind you".
It will hurt until it doesn't, it has torn you apart, but slowly you will realize the wound has scarred over. Wait for that moment, it will come.
I have never felt so broken at the sight of your words.
A human capable of calming each diabolical thought within you has seen life inside you and decided to crush you emotionally.
I won't go back and 4th about how she weighed her happiness over yours within split seconds,
love doesn't exist in doubt.
You jump in not knowing if you might be caught or left to be comforted by the cold floor.
I understood the cracks and the pauses in each sentence typed.
Emotional vulnerability deserves sacred warmth from the one you least expect to hurt you.
it will take time.
Public humiliation can't be forgiven and forgotten but the heart you've introduced me to has the strength to forgive.
No one is asking you to let go, there's no set time to do that.
The only thing that your surrounding wants you to do is not die in the process of wanting to forget.
Hatred has the ability of **** all traces of peace that exists from within.
The wounds are real!!
make sure you don't put a bandage over wounds that need nurture and time to heal because you'll see pain seeping through as a constant reminder that you quickened the healing process.
Yes words can make the pain go away,
but the moments shared will come rushing in different directions wanting to be remembered all at once.
Every song, picture, letter or scent that triggers her existence will unfairly want to overwhelm you.
Life is unfair, but don't bury yourself under all that pain...