To you, who has a hold of my heart.

To you.

To you who has managed to mold it in so many painful ways.

To you.

To you who has taken something so fragile, and exposed it to the flames.

To you.

To you who has opened my eyes and mind to new possibilities, yet hold me back.

To you.

To you that will continue to hold my heart over the fires, never putting it out of it's misery.

To you.

To you who holds power over my every waking thought and unconscious mind.

To you.

To you, who whispers sweet nothings, healing the burns with your cool words, then tossing me back to hell.

To you.

To you, the one I will still love, despite it all.

To you, who says you're sorry.

But it is too late, the damage is done, and I have been burned.

So, to you, who has taken me captive in my own mind.

To you.