The one

Your rock i am
you cant live without me
your cute pretty girl
assuring me with i love you

my equivalent to an open fire
on a cold winters night
you battle me darkest fears
so nothing could bite

you concurred my insecurities
you showed them who's boss
we lived in our world of fantasy
together indestructible

your sent was not original
yet divine as it was yours truly
the soft sent simmers inside you
impossible to forget

your touch irresistible
the cuddles we share
forgetting the world
when snuggled up near you in the chair

you was different
you actually care for ME
knowing me better than myself
loving every miller meter of me

so you wasn't prince charming
but your abstract features i loved
the same features that shinned your inner beauty
was the res of the world blind?

your kiss a graceful stream
sweet as the nectar of a bee
your kiss unique
the one that made my knees weak

your voice guiding me in the fog
the tone was beautiful
when we'd ring each other pointlessly
I love you I'd say
I love you too, always

you made me feel special
i was YOUR girl
i adored being your property
when two was one

slowly perfection slips
first i was too perfect and best kept for desert
then came the bullshit you didn't want to hurt me
well guess what Einstein you already had

you robbed me of my innocents
the angels wept that day
when you found someone to replace
that little space in your heart

so we was just friends
but that hurt more than rejection
when you'd say; she's hot
whilst i was questioning was i not?

your rock I'm not
proved you can live without me
your green eyed monster
assuring you i hate you

bed bugs bite in your absence
i see you daily in my dreams
haunting
remembering
it saddens me how now i can express this in words

not pretty enough to meet your standards
just a petty Little girl
sorry I'm not a porn star
you really make me hurl

the stars that dazzle others
just remind me of you
the times id gaze up at the blue blanket
and wondered if you were two?

seven months you kept me sain
how can you say you don't love me?
our fantasy ends with a crash
or in your case summer fling

twisted memories and a diary full of regrets is all remains
every second questioning what was i to you?
was i below human for you to lie?

just like every love story has its end
when the pen runs out
the fire burns exhausted
souls trashed in the October winds.