Horrid Hero

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 You stand there and watch me go through hell, stoic and in awe as your aura fails to disguise your thoughts of, "how the hell does she make it through." You know, I never asked you to walk through hell with me, I just thought that opening my door to you meant that you would have at least made the journey somewhat bearable. But no, instead you pay the volcano for its lava and secretly pour more in my way. You make deals with the sun to scorch upon my back as I trod, and you make friends with the devil so that he pops and petrifies me at every turn. You came with a mission but my desperation for love cast a veil that obscured your schemes.

Some hero you are! A disgruntled knight without a horse, I let your shining sword confuse me. I thought you were here to fight for me, I thought that glitter was gold. Instead, you tricked me with your shield and pierced me with the very sword that you declared would protect me. You did not come to save, you came to "hit and run." As I journeyed along the hell of my circumstances, you shouted no cheers, no praises, there was no thrust from you.

This whole time I thought I was fighting the devil, when in all reality, the devil had always been you. Horrid hero, yes you!

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