I was your favorite

“A work of art …” 

the way you looked at me .. carefully examining each layer like I was a masterpiece . 

A puzzle waiting to be discovered . 

Piece by piece .. you’d take me apart . And I loved it .. the rush .. the suspense .. your presence had me restless … 

I’d give you parts of me… and you took them ..  

rearranged them to fit your needs

Completely controlling … changing me slowly. 

until I couldn’t recognize…myself. 

Until I lost all of me. 

I became your masterpiece.

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