This is to a man, who was mine and mine forever...

The man who was always there for me to hold my tears...

The man who always lifted me up,

The man who only cared for me,

The man who was perfect for me....

But little did I know

That man was never mine,

That man was there to hold my tears,

Only to splash them onto my face later...

Only to leave me at my worst.

For me,

He was my baby, but

For him, I was just a toy…

For which he didn’t even care to fix the cracks.

That man was surely the man of his words,

He always use to tell me,

He’ll gift me something I have never experienced before…

And he proved himself.

agony, trauma and wretchedness

The gifts he gave me…

For long I still believed that he loved me and he cared for me.

But…

Later I learned...

That man never cared 

 And...

 He is still perfect

 But a perfect Villain