I think you thought
I was perfect,
pure,
innocent,
without any flaws.
I think you thought
I was complete,
full
and content.
I think you thought
I was worth it,
worth risking everything for.
How did it feel
to be disappointed?
How did it feel
when I left?
Did it feel like dying?
Because to me walking away felt like
someone had reached deep into my soul and pulled it out,
ripped it into
pieces.
It felt like
my limbs were being torn apart
slowly
making me feel the pain in every living second ,
Leaving me to die slowly.
I think you thought
I was happiness.
The kind you find in daisies
and sunflowers,
Radiating out
filling you with joy.
But darling I was
beauty
the kind you find in black roses,
Which leaves you
wondering,
mesmerised
and broken,
When it leaves.
