You were adored,
you were adored but not anymore,
you were adored,
adored but I grew bored,
for you never reciprocated in the same way that I did,
and I felt for you a lot more than you felt for me,
and I felt half of what I should after a while
after a while when you looked at me,
and I felt as if,
well, I did not know for sure,
because being with you was like treading on eggshells,
well, probably worse,
more like treading on glass,
and swallowing it at the same time,
and it was savagery,
true savagery,
for your savage words,
they frequently savaged me,
and damaged me,
and you were adored but no, not anymore,
not anymore for I am better off in peace,
and yes, I am still in pieces,
and picking them up off of the floor,
and oh, how painful it is,
for it was true love once on my part,
and you were truly adored,
truly adored but not anymore,
yes, you were adored,
adored but I grew bored,
and I am better off alone,
and saner than before,
because you drove me insane,
and I could not cope anymore,
and yes, here I am sad lonely me,
sad, but alive,
and still picking up the pieces of me from the floor.
