My dearest friend, it has been too long.

My sweet fairytale love,

How I hate you.

Blinded by your smile, and the scent of your snake oil.

Bound by your words,

Mesmerized by the glow of your tongue,

My dearest friend I thought I had escaped your grasp.

But there you stand before me.

Only but an old wooden frame between us.

The fields, the flowers, and the butterflies that the sweet kiss of your lies once gifted me,

Now falls on the deaf hollow casket you left me in.

But who could blame you?

Beneath that smile there’s pain.

Under the lies there’s sorrow.

Behind your back was a knife

“Oh, sweet love I meant not to hurt you, but to free you!”

Oh, but love who would’ve known?

Whom fully understood you?

Who had given you the chance?

None.

None but I.

I was not good enough.

Nothing was.

No one is.

I will never be enough.

The kaleidoscope I first saw in you was breathtaking.

The wonder you took me in captivated my soft, gentle heart.

The supernova of intimate gaze branded my soul.

But the mask had fallen, and your true color had shown.

Like those before you, you were grey.

Like those before you, you were hungry.

Like those before you, you did not love.

You wanted what I could offer.

Until it was not enough.

Nothing was.

No one is.

I will never be enough.

Monsters don’t feel love, they feel hungry.

You’ve come baring your teeth.

In the shape of that charming little smile.

Oh, sweet love, how I ran.

For months I had run.

I believed I was free.

But there you stand before me.

Only but an old wooden frame between us.

But who could blame me?

Beneath my smile, there’s hope.

Under my truth, there’s joy.

Behind my back was a knife.

“Oh, sweet love I meant not to hurt you, but to free you.”

The kiss of my sweet blade pierced your heart.

Your breath taken.

Like a wondrous supernova, you had shattered into a kaleidoscope of pieces.

Only but an old wooden frame remained.

All I have are the shards in my hand,

and the scars on my back to remember you by.

Oh, how I loved you.

My sweet monster.

It hasn’t been long enough,

Farewell My dearest friend.