My title was too cliche haha

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.