If I could paint I would paint you
if I were a musician
I’d write you a symphony
But there’s no art piece even the greatest of artists could devise that would come close in emulating my love for you

I love you so
My muse but more than temporary
My forever indefinitely
My love eternally

You are my sunshine that seeps through the clouds after rain.
You are my Poppy flower that continues to bloom through all the pain.
And you’re my hot evening shower after a long day.

I’m happy you’re happy. But it serves as a reminder that I’m not.
But I don’t want to see you hurting,
because I’ll jump to the conclusion that you still love me.
Which you probably do, but what’s the point in knowing that if we aren’t going to try again?

So in conclusion,
I’m happy you’re happy.
But I am not.

I have grown to forgive you. Whilst you have grown in resentment. Why is that?

Because you think you deserved better?
Because you know I deserved better?

Because while I went through all the motions: the hurt, humiliation, anger, sadness, setbacks, crying myself to sleep, wanting to die, wanting revenge, wanting you back;
you were pretending you were ok.

And now that I am fine there’s a hole in your heart as you’ve come to the realisation that you no longer have a hold on me.
And now it’s your turn to go through it. Alone. Just like I did.

Except you’ll truly be alone now because you’ve paraded around like you’re fine without me this whole time, there’ll be no one checking on you.

And now you’ll understand how painful it feels to be deserted.

We were both love. I was a rose and you were a snowflake. Both beautiful and gentle but unable to coexist effectively because flowers can’t blossom in the cold.

Yet when it ended, the truth became misconstrued.
Suddenly I was a thorn that pricked you till you bled.
And you were frostbite that nipped away at my skin.

We created false portrayals of each other to make this all a bit easier to deal with.

But the truth will always stay.

We were both beauty, purity, fragility, love.
We just weren’t meant to give our love to each other.

And now we both bleed, because the hardest part is accepting we were never meant to be.

The sky is blue, there’s a spring in my step!
It’s like I’ve forgotten my heart is a wreck.
A smile on my face and yes it’s real,
at long last I think that I’m starting to heal.

But when nighttime comes and you’re all that’s on my mind,
it’ll turn into a frown because I’ll remember you’re not mine.

You’re a thief and a liar!
You ****** the life out of me.
All I saw was you.

You kept taking all I had to give,
And raged when I asked for you in return.
You sold me a dream,
And looked at me in disgust when I asked for my money’s worth.

Whilst you paraded in all the glory I showered you in.
You’re selfish.
Yet I kept giving.

The softness of your voice and beauty in your words put me in a trance.  
And blindly I was lured in by your empty promises.

I wish it were easy to hate you.
But you were gentle and kind

You were soft spoken and careful,
You were passionately mine.

You never cheated, hit me or lied,
You just  pushed my love aside
No hesitation & no cries.

Like I was nothing all along
But for me you were my life.