You, you sweet soul who broke things off. I remember the day you to told me that you loved me. Ferocious feelings that broke from your lips in a stampede. Where did that wild cat go. Once upon a time felt so right with us, happenstance what the only reason we met. Sweet soul, what changed to turn my name on your lips into a curse, so suddenly your feelings changed, you must not have loved even yet. I suppose I was a pick me up, a sweet place to rest your head when stress was too much. I called you my queen and you said I was your castle. Hindsight is 20 20 and I realize now that should have been my first clue. I wasn't your love or your sweet salvation, I was walls, bricks, and mortar, a place to hide from the storm. I was your bedcovers on a cold evening when you're all alone. I was your pillow for you to lay your head. I thought I was comfort food for your soul, but it turns out I was just a bandaid. Sweet soul, what happened to happily ever after?