TAURUS: Overall you were rigid. You wore a fake smile and hid behind brown eyes that glistened when they stared at the face of trouble.
But only if it wore a dress.
Told yourself what you were doing wasn't wrong, that you couldn't be wrong if you weren't happy.
Slept peacefully at night in those freezing silk sheets your mother gave you on Christmas morning and maybe that's apart of the reason you are the way you are.
Like a glacier.
And I am the titanic.
When we collided with stuttered breaths and clenched fists it was a massacre to everything I've ever known.
You were the artist.
But the masterpiece was quite different than what I had asked.
Paint me like someone you actually loved.
But you couldn't.
You were stubborn.
A puppet master at best you were always in control.
Pulled the strings of your lovers to the tunes of the songs in which you ironically named after them all.
Including myself.
I adored you.
You are the color red which grew to be my favorite until it faded to the pink that shaded the bags underneath my eyes.  
And the color of the handprints along my once porcelain skin to state your authority.  
Lies were your stability along with alcohol and under a drunken haze was the only time I was enough.
But I took what I could get.
Made me question love like a game show host and you made the bet.
Undressed me like curtain number 3 just to find trouble once again.
But this is all in your nature so are you really to blame?
Be careful with your tongue for it might be cut off by the tears of the wrong person because you said the wrong name.