At first, he was sugar,
soft words and gentle skies,
our days painted rainbow,
our nights sweet strawberry lies.
I thought I’d found forever,
a love so rare, so true,
but monsters wear masks too,
and his mask began to slip through.
Soon the colors faded,
sweet turned into sting,
I cried till my chest ached,
my pillow a drowning spring.
Each night I broke a little,
each morning I wore a smile,
I kept forgiving the thunder
that hid in his gentle style.
But now the storm is over,
his shadow no longer near,
I see what I was saved from,
a life built on fear.
I’m glad it all unraveled,
I’m glad I broke away,
for if I had stayed with the monster,
I’d have lost myself someday.