He ate up my life,
False Promises dripped from his candied lips like honey into my naive ears.
He gnawed at my soul,
Cutting me with my own insecurities, making me feel guilty for having flaws.
He drowned my spirit,
In beliefs that I was not good enough for him, beliefs he had created and gave to my desperate heart to feed on.
Afraid of leaving him,
Afraid of being left. Who would I give my love to? Would anyone even want to recieve it?
He ravaged me empty,
Took all that I had to give and when he found that I could give no more, his candied lips turned to barbed wire and sand poured from his mouth instead of honey. His true self emerged for he was done with his act.
He wrapped my leftovers in a doggy bag and left.
Empty and nameless I lived amongst chaos and hell.
TO see him was such a sorrowful memory, I shivered whenever his eyes met mine, how dare he be happy and look at me so arrogantly with no remorse?
He ate up my life,
and didn't even stay for desert.