My mother told me to stay away from drugs,
She knew what they could do,
Hallucinations and paranoia are just a few.

My mother told me to stay away from alcohol,
She knew what they could do,
Nausea and headaches are just a few.

My mother understood danger,
Yet she never understood you.

She never warned me about the boy with blue eyes,
She never warned me about his smirk,
She never warned me about how he lurked.

My mother didn't know what you could do,
Hallucinations,
Paranoia,
Nausea,
Headaches,
Are just a few.

It wasn't until my mother compared the two,
She said "drugs and alcohol are a lot safer for you",
It was then I knew.

Love is a greater danger and I should have stayed away from you.

We had a kingdom,
I was your queen and you were my king,
I thought you were everything
but our kingdom,
                            
                                 burnt
                                            down

As I'm walking through the ash,
Trying to pick up all of our pieces,
My pain suddenly increases.

You were kind and fair,
You were everything a king should be,
But you left me.

And here I am holding my broken armor,
Wondering if you will ever return,
But I need to learn.

Slowly but surely, I start to build my castle again,
I have pieces missing and some that don't go together,
But it can stand this cold weather.

I realized I made him into a king,
But now,
I have to take off his crown.

He showed his true colours that day,
His eyes matched the blue of the eye message,
And here I am sitting in the wreckage,

The three dots of anticipation,
The gray bubble it surrounded itself...

I hope you're proud of yourself.

He protected himself behind a 4-inch screen,
How cowardly can you be?
The boy I once saw as a giant,

Is no taller than a child.

The click

                 click

                            click
                                      of the keyboard,

It must have filled his room,
And I'm sure the echoes loomed.

Seven months we were together,
And in seven minutes it was over,
But it allowed me closure.

I look at him now,
And I see no dignity, no values, no character,
He does not matter.

He is just one small sentence in my story,
That one day I will over look.

He touched me with great care,
I was a porcelain antique ready to break,
Yet I never cracked,
I was unaware that his touch would cause despair.


His grip tightened and I shattered,
My fragile frame crumbled into the Earth,
Yet I remained in love,
In one instant, my life blurred.

I was once told that in seven years,
My whole body will regenerate,
Even in this moment new cells are forming,
And soon,
I will have a body that he never touched,
I will be free of his scent and his touch.

I can finally breathe.
I am finally free.