"wind beneath your wings"

I always found it to be such an odd phrase.

Meaningful, I guess, to some people.

But to me? *******.

Because when your wings finally break, you will think that I will be there to catch you. To lift you up and help you fly higher instead of let you fall.

The truth is that when that last feather is plucked and you begin to fall, I am just going to stop blowing and let you fall.

I will just watch as gravity brings you down and you fall to your death. Plummeting down until you are just a naked ****** bird on the side of the road (or maybe you will land on the roof of a car or in a bush or in the street, I do not know).

At one point, I will stop being there for you. I will be the one to blow you around until you cannot see straight and my powerful "wind" is the thing that eventually plucks all of your ******* feathers.

You know it is true, but you ignore it.

Because I was really the only one that was there for you.

And maybe you are trying to convince yourself it is not true. Why do this to yourself? I am no good for you. I build you up only to tear you down and smash you into a million pieces.

I am manipulative; I am a *****.

So heed my warning and stay away from me, because everything I touch is destroyed, and you have made me fall in love with you.

Do not make me responsible for burning you to ashes, please, I am begging you.

Or maybe you are the one who lied, who pretended.

Perhaps it has been you lying all along. You were once the wind beneath my wings, and now I am free-falling through the air thinking that you will ******* back up towards the clouds.

How foolish am I to think you are here?

No. When I hit the ground, you will be in the air watching your devilish work.

In the end, we are both just destroying each other--yet I cannot stop loving you.