I cultured your faults
Allowed you to bloom and blossom
Giving reason behind every imperfection
Your flaws became trademarks of beauty I couldn’t help but love
You stood before me a rattled mess
Tangent in thoughts and a helpless digression
The kind of distraction only this compassion could unfold
Your heart was cold
Mine was mindless
The better part of me fell into the palms of a wrecked soul
Prey to abuse and mutilation
And yet I’d never call you erroneous
Simply misleading
Like a mistake not made on purpose
Though your eyes told me otherwise
You are all too familiar with this foreign road
I’ve heard you call it home
Like a sanctuary of bleeding hearts
You bask in the glory of their… no, of my dismay
A conquered conquest of homicidal masochism
I became the victim of denial
Giving motive to your evil
Allowing you to fashion your modus operandi
Perfecting methods of deficiency
This feeling of insignificance took over me
And I became just another casualty of war
In a game I never intended on playing
Because your only consistency was the way you changed the rules