That is what you get for believing right away. You let him plant seeds of lies on your mind and expected him to hand you a bouquet of scarlet roses with every petals screaming “I love you” every time you caress them. Instead, he stabbed you with thorns and threw blames on your body until your bones are fractured and your skin is bleeding. Still, you ask him to come back. Still, with your shattered stupid heart, you showered him with apologies as you wait for him to tell you how much he misses you at night. Still, you welcome him with open arms as he called you his home. Still, you let him kill you once again. You, silly little girl, how could you let him ruin you like that? You handed your heart with a smile on your face and he took it along with your sanity and grace. You spent your days writing poetry to a man who robbed your laughter and replaced it with tears. You threw away your dreams, your time, your logic, your everything for a fantasy of a future that will never happen. What made you think that his darkness is an invitation to a forever you wanted to hold? What made you think that the words he has written for you run deep into his veins? What made you think that tormenting you the way he did is just an act of affection? He knocked down your walls and called you beautiful when you were lying on the floor as you begged for him to stay. He murdered you with silence and went back to your door just as when you were starting to forget. He told you he loves you then he watched you break down as he left you without any word again. Now, you call it love? Listen here, my dear, you are not living inside the fairy tale you used to read ten years ago. He is not a prince; He is a phantom that mentally manipulates you until you are doomed to write about his ghost forever. He is an architect of a haunted house of memories that never existed and he wanted you to visit it everyday until you are swimming in puddles of your own tears. He is cruel and you are just one of his victims. Wake up. Release yourself from the shackles he tied you in. Walk away from his spell. There is no use in resurrecting something that was never born at the first place. Take back your pieces. Retrieve your words. Learn how to live once again without his name dancing through your throat.
n.a., To the damsel who has mistaken destruction for love, it’s never too late to retrieve yourself (via escafeism)













