Ripped apart

The more she trusted him the more power and control he had over her heart.

A flower of perfect petals brushing through the fingers of his palms.

Carelessly ripping every pieces built by him inside of her.

Invasion of Anger in her heart while tears of violence gradually trickle down her face.

But ofcours she’s overreacting when She’s expressing the hurt She faced.

The profoundness of her broken heart makes everything seem so blurry but yet so clear!

The love he expressed to her turned into a paralysation of emptiness.

Look at her now, flushing the past down the drain.

Labelled as crazy as she grievously picks up the pieces and broom the mess of tragedies that he make seem so less.

How did we come to this? She asks herself.

“I was strong and perfective when you needed me to be.”

Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh…What happened to loving her the way Christ loves the church?

She sacrificed all that was beyond her fight to save the light that was never her in sight.

Loving him was a dream come true, until those memories were derailed with a complete different view.

Yes love covers multitude of sin…But His malicious intentions fuelled the demons’ viciousness unto the tortured wound that won’t subside

Can't help myself from realizing that with all my efforts to abide, my sense of joy for you has up and died.