The Fallout

I was only sixteen,
I could have sworn I loved him,
That there was no in-between.
He washed away the dim.

The first few months were all too perfect.
Out of no where we found ourselves at war.
The affect had wrecked,
Our all too perfect world, shattered and scattered across the floor.

One summer day I just knew he was not for me,
I did not know how to reveal,
That I no longer wanted to be his Queen Bee.
I knew this situation was not ideal, and that we would need time to heal.

I was seventeen when I broke free,
Of a man who did not know how to love.
I am sorry for the debris,
I left in your aching heart, I could have sworn it was a metal glove.

I now know more of heartache then ever before.
I know how much I hurt you,
You turned me into a monster I no longer adore.
I guess this is all just deja vu