I had given everything to you, my time, my heart, and eventually the bloom that became my soul, I had worked so hard for you, and I figured you would work hard for me too, but I was smitten by the smile on your face, when every fiber dancing in my heart was laced with the poison of your words, my hands slowly turning cold from old memories, you had turned to leaving lies for me to wake to, and every thing I knew, was a leaving lie awaiting my slow and painful death, maybe now you will actually clean up your mess
