dear.

you helped me climb a ladder
then pushed me from the top

you gave me wings
and clipped them when I tried to soar

you were my source of light, like the sun
but then you burnt me

you were my shelter in a thunderstorm
but you became the thunder that shook me

you built me a bridge of trust
only to watch it collapse

and you handed me a rose
whilst watching the thorns draw blood

you were the fire that kept me warm
but now I'm left with ashes

and you were my guiding compass
until you led me into the place with scratches

if you still don't get it
let me make it clear
in a few words

you. hurt. me,
dear