You used to hold me tight,
On the warm summers night,
You told me it'll all be alright,
That happiness is still insight,

You'd kiss me on my forehead,
As we laid in earth's bed,
You'd buy me flowers stained red,
"It will stop" was all you ever said,

You would run your fingers through my hair,
My darkest secrets I would come to bear,
Your skin was so warm, welcoming and fair,
I truly believed that you would one day care,

But you became so angry and deranged,
When even the simplistic plans were changed,
The violet-ebony markings became noticeable,
All whilst my heart grew to feel the trouble,
I was unable to continue the struggle; the worthless fight,
I had to end the love that was never truly right.