where my heart felt the most protected,
where the basis of my happiness lies?
you once became that.

with that crooked tooth of yours,
as well as that easily noticeable scar under your lip?
your face had became favourite art piece...

until that one day.
until that one time when feeling you sent shivers down my spine.
the bad kind, by the way.

a strange volta, but yes, you then became this too!

from being the epitome of my happiness,
to being the root of my suicidal thoughts.

are you aware that you were once everything to me?
does it not move you the same way you moved in slow, rhythmic movements whilst you murdered my dignity & everything in between?

do you even care?
do I continue to blame you or was it me who was at fault... dear lover?