Creating The Monster
It's quite humorous how time can change one's position.
In the beginning I was so in love with you, that I couldn't see straight. My blind loyalty kept me in your corner, wearing a dunce cap. Almost nightly, on bended knees in devotion to a higher power. Hoping and praying on shooting stars. Wishing on fallen eyelashes. Falling tears and a breaking heart was my company.
Realizing your love would never be mine, I moved on. Now you're missing my loyalty, after failing to find another with the same intensity. I find you scratching at my door, like a lost dog looking for a home. You frown at my haughty laughter. Oh how times have changed, indeed.
My heart heavily guarded. Colder, harden and slightly jaded, a great deal by your hand. Yet you try to condemn the monster of your own creation.
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