We were perfect.
Nothing was going to bring us down. He always called me his goddess and treated me like one.
When people was trying to drag me down, he would remove the anchors so that I could sail freely.
He would protect me from violent fist that consistently try to break down my wall, and would never
raise his to me. That was the case at first.
I never thought the guy I fell in love with, the guy that treated my like a queen, would bare his
fangs at the one who healed that wounded heart of his. Who would’ve thought the wings that
helped me fly would be ripped right off my back. How could I have been so blind. My fairytale
daydream now becoming a horrific nightmare.
I didn’t want to believe it. The only support to my building was taken away, beaten, and burned to
ashes. Now my foundation is falling apart. His laughters of encouragement now replaced with
screams of disheartened words.
His warm smiles replaced with cold hearted frowns. Even the golden honey like almonds
that filled me with delight, turned into a terrifying wood like soul-snatching stones.
Even the blind could see how far I have fallen from heaven. Never thought I would ever meet a
demonic angel. No longer baring my wings, I couldn’t fly back to the light. The dark has become
my home. His demons now mine. It’s just perfect.