I used to love fairytales-
Back before I met you I’d always been attracted to the idea of men who save princesses from themselves or their families;
And god knows I’d needed both at the time we met.
And you were charming.
Oh, so charming.
I was a lovestruck naive girl and you pretended to be the knight in shining armor;
Wanting to swoop in and protect me from everyone and everything,
Except yourself.
You brought me an illusion of an apple that was supposed to “save” me;
But you doused it in poison and told me it was for my own good,
That I was worthless unless you killed the damaged parts of me.
Nobody wants a girl with self harm scars and childhood trauma except you-
Right?
My dreams turned to nightmares I sobbed over each night;
Entangled in the darkness of your mind and soul,
It took me years of fight to finally escape.
You poisoned my heart with your utter deceit and violence;
Turned me into a monster who hurt everyone she loved to protect herself from the disaster that was you.
Your love was torture.
I used to love fairytales-
But you taught me that the love story was never the important part because;
You poisoned my apple.
So I drove a dagger through your heart and ran like hell.
