Her Little Glass Palace

I remember everything about the one's I've known,
but ever so rarely do I wish I could forget one.
Not that she was forgettable, but rather  wish she were.
I wish she had just broken up with me and left me be,
I wish she hadn't tried to get in the way of our love,
that she hadn't tried to "help", in her own way,
believing I didn't love my mate, my partner,
the one who held me together as another,
another so horrendously ripped me apart...
I wanted to tell her that day,
I wanted to say she was lying, that she was joking,
anything, anything but what the truth came out to.
As if she really cared about what happened.
"She's dead" doesn't begin to cover the feeling,
what that girl made me feel that day,
knowing it was she who pushed her over the edge,
seeing her red eyes as she cried and apologized,
Even knowing it was partially me to blame,
for trying to protect her from heartbreak,
trying to protect her from the threats, the bruises,
not letting her see the pain I took for her,
Letting her only see the love I felt,
I built for her a glass castle, high above.
She knew what I felt for her,
but she didn't know the whole of it.
What I went through to keep her safe...
What the snake did to let me love her in peace...
Every time, I would just picture her safe
And wait for the price to be paid,
wait for her arm to get tired,
wait for the pain to fade,
wait for her eyes to lose their malice,
wait for wait for her to work her anger out on me,
I wanted to save her, I wanted to take every punch,
take every single bit of pain flung at her.
My partner thought the snake was innocent,
So when it struck, she was unprepared.
Her glass castle shattered, her throne toppled,
every wall I built to protect her,
every net I cast to catch her,
turned into ropes,
ropes,
and she hung...