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Mannequin

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I hardened my heart to the extreme point that attempting to love would be like squeezing water from stone. We are still twins but no longer conjoint, for your wicked sins you must atone. I trusted you, sought solace in your arms. Supported you endlessly, only to be beguiled by your charms. I've reached the end of my wits, my days are so much colder now. Confused beyond words at how it's so simple for you disavow. You have disarmed me with your smile, enraptured my soul inside your web of lies. You weaved fallacies as if you were a seamstress, tailoring my faith in you to your liking. I was your betrothed as I refused to look away from your consistently striking glare. You captured me, clipped my wings and locked me deep within your darkened lair. How unfair and cruel of you to treat me like you did. I barely understood that you viewed me as your kid. You manipulated my senses, made me believe you were all that was good and right. Instead I should have activated my defences, as you stole the moon that provided me with light throughout the night. Isolated in your cave, without the promise of release. The love that I once felt began to diminish and decrease. I began to abhor you for the way you feigned innocence. Resorted to pubescent games, as you winded me and made me wince. You gutted me completely, left nothing for the vultures that hovered above. Would I be wrong to state that this was the most gruesome, macabre love? I flailed my arms helplessly as I knew my last days had come. I tried to achieve a victory, but in the end I knew that I would succumb. To the vile, torturous terrorism that like alcohol made me drink until I was numb. I was your mannequin, as I allowed you to paint my body black and blue. You dressed me in your ugliness as I became increasingly subdued. Tattered and torn were the clothes I wore, tailored by you so others would ignore. The beauty within that you would selfishly feed upon. With the curtains drawn, you give me death's blistering kiss. I have transformed into a swan, no longer an ugly duckling gone amiss.

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