You see me through rose-colored glasses,
And never look back to see the war path you left behind.
War, death, wrath, and pestilence.
The four horsemen became my only friends.
I see you with my own two eyes,
and you are the snake that tempted Eve to eat the apple.
The light summer breezes remind you of how you gently caressed
my soft skin.
It reminds me of how you breathed down my neck,
analyzing my every word and movement.
I was like a dog on a tight leash, a bird with clipped wings,
never leaving your side for one second.
You lived in isolation and dragged me into the darkness with you.
Shades covered my eyes and hid the damage that you caused,
and now that they’re gone, I can’t believe the wounds I suffered at your hand.
Our entire relationship was like winter;
barren and empty, keeping me locked out of the house.
You were the illness that kept me quarantined.
I kept banging on the windows, begging anyone to look in my direction,
begging anyone to notice how I was disappearing.
How many nights did I spend trying to convince you that you were worthy of me?
You brought me so low that I couldn’t see how much better of a man I deserved.
You consumed me, and I had no chance.
We became one, and I lost myself in you.
I was convinced that I was nothing without you.
My self-confidence came from the compliments you fed me,
but you made sure never to let my head get that big.
I’d float away if you ever let that happen.
How many nights did I stay awake crying, begging you not to **** yourself?
How many people hated you without my knowing,
because they saw you for what you really were?
How could I give you everything I had,
and it still wasn’t enough for you?
You see me with rose-colored glasses,
but now I see you for what you really are – a monster.