"I love you..."
I've heard these words as a reminder of a promise,
A promise that haunts me in the darkest and most innocent part of my soul.
I thought of these words like they were a hand striking my skin,
Leaving red marks and bruises.
"I thought you loved me, too?"
Was the worst.
I lived my life learning how to use these words in the wrong way;
As protection. As a shield that kept me unharmed from the strikes of,
"I love you."
But the strikes still came. And my skin had only gotten more discolored...
"I love you, too."
Shouldn't be said in FEAR.

I'm learning the truth now.
My dear,
You have rewritten the definitions of the words I had, for so long, known as
Pain from my Past.
"Love," is not a hand that steals the stars from the sky,
It is the reason why the galaxies exist.