© Black Tangled Heart
You cared for me as deeply as I have scarred you
Passion flowing in your veins like blood congealing on torn flesh.
My tongue became a bitter serpent
With hateful words uttered in confusion and frustration
How could you love me? Did one chapped kiss
Send you into a blissful vortex of flower petals and endless laughter?
I still shake my head in amazement and fear, remembering the prose
You crafted for my eyes to behold and cherish
Your soul bled for me; I didn't understand.
Did you see the fear in my eyes when you confessed undying devotion?
I was scared. I never meant to hurt you, I didn't know the impact
Of my words upon your heart
I was only fourteen, naïve, insecure, in doubt of myself and your supposed
Adoration for me, and so I retreated into a shell
Forcing myself to believe that hatred was my reason for shunning you
I was scared
Broken, and you wanted to satiate that gaping void, that eternal emptiness
You saw my pain like no one else and I still forced you into shadows
I was scared, but now I see that real affection is perpetual, like breathing
There is a place for you in my heart, because you removed the thorn in my soul
And filled it with a foreign concept