She was just a little girl when her soul was broken;
no more than three-foot tall with her heart wide open,
and you
destroyed
it all.
Now she regresses to a child when her perception falters;
in times of love her mind is slaughtered.
This is
all your
fault.
Now her mind is mixed with childlike dreams
and apathetic ramblings,
All of which, twisted
into an abstract state.
She’s tortured by memories and you’ve infested her dreams,
and she contemplates plans for the day that she breaks.