It was your fantasy to cut me open and twirl your little finger around my heart  to see what you could fix to benefit you, to benefit every possible thing you’d ever want. But that wasn’t enough? It was never enough. You fixed every part of me that you thought was the perfect distraction for you, the perfect lover. But it just made you upset that it wasn’t entirely what you had wanted at all. You wanted to create your fantasy, you wanted it to come alive and make you the happiest you could be. But it devastated you the way I was, the way I lured you in after every argument, every disagreement but you made me, you made me this way. You completed your fantasy but a new one was lingering around inside of that head of yours telling you something new was appearing. Something new to make you the happiest girl in the world. A new fantasy to complete. You had a new objective. And I just wasn’t apart of it.