In his eyes I am everything. A pretty princess trapped in her tower, with a soft voice and a white feathered gown. A second mother who loves him and listens to him, but I understand. That and I can wear scarlet that he can smear off my lips.
But I am nothing.
In my eyes, he is a man trapped in the conformity of society. A man in a suit with ice cold lining. A father with his rationality, lead me away from my feminine disposition. He wears a rough belt I unhook and he ties me with.
But he is nothing.
I call him a faithless man, "I hate you!", a dick, a deceiver for leaving me.
And secretly, he calls me an adultress, a devil, a witch, a whore, a woman.
All other words for nothing, nothing which we really were. Nothing. We were just fantasies for an overbearing reality.
Breaking up is realizing you gave everything for nothing.