#wrongrelationships

You declare yourself

as the protector of your love

to fight with every inch of your body

all that could go wrong.

And with every day

you realize more that

it is not up to you to decide

whether your love can be

protected.

You decide to turn 

many blind eyes against 

the many instances where

you know it could be another

vote to end it, yet you

try to push it through and

to let those thorns

cut through your flesh

and let your blood run dry until

you can no more feel

who you once were.

You stop feeling pain because

you have become the pain and your

body has become a walking wound.

You

try to breathe

but

breathing hurts

so you question

if you should and

whether you wish this was all over.

Protector of your love,

what are you protecting?

If you are protecting love then

why does it hurt so much, is

love supposed to hurt like this 

are

my tears supposed to run like this,

is

my love really my love 

or a phantom

hiding beneath the cape,

mingling in the masquerade

performing a show to 

make me know that

this is not all a