"Treat me like glass, tear me to shreds like I'm paper." She had said.

She spoke harsh words, but she whispered them like sweet nothings.

The monster in my head.

Inhale, exhale.

The darkest days and the longest nights

I lived in her world. She danced alongside me, painting scars like poetry.

The coldest war and the hardest battle

You were trapped inside me.

Beautiful, cold, fragile.

My paperthin masterpiece.