I told him she's a fragile flower.
But all he did was stomp through the garden.
He stripped away her self-confidence
And whittled down, once a strong tree
Now simply a twig of a thing
Her strength to fight for things she believed in, gone
Because to him, he was always right and while she may have opinions
They never mattered unless she cried.
Tears streaming down her face
Head lowered between her knees
And he might just feel some compassion.
Then he wanted to change but it doesn’t work that way, darling.
Especially if his promises of a better temper
and a less forceful manner don’t ever come true.
Arms stuck out, no option to leave
Forceful, pulling hands
Molding her into something he can handle
She was stuck protecting his outburst and idiotic demeanor
And trying to tell his friends that he doesn’t always mean the things he says
It just ends up sounding mean and harsh
But he’s just saying these things out of love.
Well guess what,
She looks back on his rants and loath full statements
And she realizes something rather surprising.
He never has nor will he ever truly love anyone.
He never loved her; he was too mean to really love
And his helpful suggestions were actually just boosting his self-esteem
by putting her down.
The stone cold heart,
breaking off and dislodging in others through his words
Even now, as the weeks pass by
He continues with his blood drenched, needle point comments
And she tries her best to close her mind to them
But sometimes it’s just easier to break down
And accept that he will not ever change.
She wants to help him be a better, nicer person
But she’s realizing that it’s pointless.
“Goodbye” she says, tears streaming down her face
As she walks away from the wreck she’s help create.
