Broken

I am broken.

You have destroyed me.

Like a rose without thorns I am defenseless against you.

Against your words.

You took my heart in your sweet, soft hands, and nurtured it.

You healed all my cuts and scars and bruises.

You made me feel loved and protected.

I fell in love with you and with your kind essence.

I let my guard down.

You broke down my walls.

You made me feel whole.

You saved me and killed me at the same time.

You were the best and worst thing that ever happened to me.

Your love was like a rose.

You let me pick you from the garden, your beauty mesmerizing.

Then without a second thought you made me bleed with your wicked, yet graceful thorns.

I opened up to you, and you kept more secrets then I could count.

You manipulated me.

I believed in our love.

The love you threw away, along with my broken heart.

You tricked me.

I cared for you.

I told you things.

I gave you all I had.

I did your dirty work.

I kept your secrets.

I stood up for you.

You never did anything for me.

Your love for me was just a mirage.

An illusion I was stupid enough to fall for.

Your dirty, manipulative, clever trick.

You opened up my soul, then you went through and vandalized it,

With what had mistaken for art,

A mural etched into my mind forever and always.

But I’m sorry my love.

I will fall for your tricks no more.

I am no longer your puppet.

I saw through your act and cut the strings.

So farewell.

Go find someone else to manipulate. 

I’m done with you.

You aren’t the puppet master anymore.

Love,                                             The One That Escaped