I let him in. I soaked all of him in. I felt the love in my heart and the obsession on my skin.

I felt his heart seep into me. I let him take hold of me. He told me I could let go, that he would always catch me.

I believed a man whose words were softer than clouds. His love spoke aloud. He tied me blind folded to a chair from the neck down.

I trusted him more than I knew I had. I thought I was so deeply in love with this man. And yet he never seemed to love me back.

After all, what is a love that abuses your soul. That rapes you of the truth and leaves you un-whole. A love that steals your warmth as you lay cold.

You believe you are smarter than I. For fooling me so many times. For cheating your way through this innocent heart of mine. You ran through me with knives and escaped out the other side. Untouched, unaffected, invincible.

I am ashamed that I was so easily fooled. That I thought you as loving, but you turned out to be cruel.

You were an artist indeed, but your instrument is not your own. You play off of others and yet they do not know. The true artwork is in the end result. When you walked away and I became the stronger individual.