Stuck In Shackles Of Love

Was it a curse? Why did it happen to me?

I wonder how I was left alone, placed before my enemies. He used me to quench his desires and twisted me like a toy. Take a guess how it hurts.

I wish I could forget all the tears, but they are wrapped around my heart like an intricate lace.

I want to forget the grip of his hands, a grip so tight that it broke me apart.

My heart has been repeatedly and thoroughly broken that there could be no real "me" ever again.

I was stuck in a dark room, surprised that I was not dead, even with a knife clutched in my hands.

Seeing me bleed, he never empathized. I need to be saved, or I will be dead alive.

After him, my life is winding up, with still a place inside my heart for the one who was once my dream.

I wonder if he ever grieved for me or will ever apologize. But I forgot I had my share of love. I knew my happiness and fear. I was loved in return, but the emptiness remained.

I can hear the pleadings of our hearts and our souls' desperation. We have souls that met long ago. When the time is right, we will come to know.

I would never regret keeping you as a chapter because you never longed for me, and gave the pain I never imagined. No one would ever heal the wounds.

I wish to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving until I don't have to anymore.