Those fatal realisations, they come too late

in love •  8 years ago 

He was made of stone,
the tall, welcoming man, who took her from her home.
Heart blackened, by the things he toked and choked.
He forced her heart to be played by the devil, that lay in what he ask her to smoke.
It was to her surprise, he was too cold inside, too selfish to offer warmth or hope.
Those were the things he promised,
so she trusted his heart to be honest.
She sat by his side and listened to those green, haunting eyes, he used his lies to keep her in the dark from the reality he needed to hide. To keep her, his bride. The ring of sin slowly wore thin.
Using her sweet kind gentleness and caring, he made her slave to carry out his bidding. He asked and it was done, she only wanting to be loved, so she was giving.
She thought, she could open his mind to the sun. If she let in the light, he'd want keep her warm in the night.
He, so afraid of her ability to strife, in this fear made the potential and force to controlled her life. He did not know she was the one to take the knife.
She carried on her shoulders, both of their repressive weight,
feeding her soul, heavy aggression,
He knew, very well, those forgiving eyes would let him clean her tears off, to a clean slate. Forgive and forget, then the turn of disgust those piercing words made, it was made a thing to regret, but yet she tried and tried to make him stay.
What? With no reason she could see, again and again, her heart reached out thinking, he, would be her only family.
As he played with her heart, playing on her worries and past grief, he pulled her apart. She opened the sheaf...
For years, it seemed he took away the hope of her dreams. His fear was what made her friends disappear for the reason of his was only selfish. To keep her close she would have no room for growth. No one could see how much damage he did to me. The knife drew blood, he watched her die from his lies, she was nothing but his supporting dove, he never knew why she let him so he asked was it all for love? No time to reply, but now she was at last free to fly.

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