She Isn't The Same Anymore

If I could keep her for longer.
I would have proven myself stronger.

 

She doesn't know me.
I introduce to her with words soft like a dreams.

 

Years go by and a fire starts.
We trade our tattered hearts.
But eventually we had to trade back parts.

 

She went to university far away.
I promised to visit her in a month's day.

 

We reminisced on lover's ideas.
If she was tearfully I still would lend my ears.

 

Months short she sees the demon inside.
The creature I thought had died.
Now she stands upon an opposite side.

 

It's my fault of what happened.
I changed a sweet, young woman into a sickened.

 

Now she's as I.
Dead inside.

 

Images reoccur where I thought I was innocent.
Now I see I'm wrongfully incoherent in her life. Now I understand I be the why of her strife. I wish to disapprove of all this to prove it be untrue. But alas I am cursed with ruining it all and always. A sad day with a boy with hopeful intentions to only be blown back by the fact that I am a literal curse and all my life I will only push those away until they resemble me and I mock the face of the devil and take mantel on the throne.

 

But I digress.
For I admit she is still the relief of my stress.

 

But she is different than who she once was.
There is no love.