What an ART to get HURT

You were enchanted by the mystery, You thought it was love and pursued me. Been excited to discover every part of me. Touched me like a book, what an interesting story it could be. I am just ordinary, people might see me as an old book that could not be understood easily. I am just nobody, but you brought me up to life where my existence has been saved from a tragedy. You have stolen my heart that made my feelings to ramble. 'T was confusing... and for a moment, I never thought that this will cause me to slumber. 'T was frightening... A nightmare when we became lovers. We both made this story, a fairytale. In the end, it's ourselves that we fail. Fantasizing each word, trying to mend the aching wounds. It's not the sword that cuts, but the lies that's ripping us 'till we hear the rhythm of the heart that pounds. I have never lived my life through your expectations. Still, we tried to chase everybody at their romantic phase, while being deceived by our own illusions. As I turned the page, showing fears that I couldn't face. I laughed when you told me that, alone, I can write it beautifully. like the songs with a perfect melody. You think that tearing me apart could turn into a perfect art, Leaving me afraid and lonely. I was left there, hanging. In every page, horrible scenarios are ranging I was left there hoping, Just in case there still be a happy ending.