You slowly, carefully add the tiny navy blue feathers one by one after fully believing  I can't grow wings on my own. You hold my hand and tell me all about dark broken promises and promise me one. You hold me like I'm a million hundred worth glass crown that's about to break and place it proudly on your head for people to see. Or, at least that's what I thought. You're a part of me I thought I can't detach, true it was hard and painful when you started detaching me but I still believe that you're a part of me I can't ******* detach. My trust lowers slowly on the only person I fully trusted, but it's all right. It's alright. I look at the mirror and see your words written on my forehead, and I weep. I remember your words, how my secrets disgust you, how you say I disgust you. I close my eyes and ears to hear you hating on me to see you effortlessly break the glass crown with your bare hand and wipe the blood from the glass cuts away, I see you burning down my wings, you know all I thought I had was you, all I thought I loved was you and the only place I thought I fully belonged was where you accept me. I hardly believe my own thoughts anymore. I hardly fully love anyone anymore. I trust everyone but with complete trust that they'll betray it and it feels so good, it feels so good because at least I've learned my lesson this time, or haven't I? I miss you a lot, if you're thinking that I've placed a stranger in your place like you did, you're completely wrong. As I said, again and forever, you're a part of me and you can't just cut a part of your body and live like nothing happened. Or can you? It's either you're proving this fact wrong, or I never was a part of you in the first place. I'm in denial about this, I'll always be. Hopefully not.