The Monster

Would you hurt the one you love even without knowing?
Would you be so foolish to think her love wasn't there for you?
I am such medieval beast,
I injured the one I loved with my eyes wide shut,
Blinded by the silence I built around us,
I am the blindfolded bastard that even loving
Was not capable of looking beneath the appearances
I am the chain that tied her without knowing
The whip on her back, the razor on her heart,
I do not want her tears, mine she will have though not wanting,
I deserve all the pain, sorrow and regret,
I am such an evil senseless beast i don't deserve my own tears,
I must die a slow painful death, nails that tie my coffin will puncture me,
I deserve it all and more for making her suffer, my life is on her hands,
May she torture me as she please, to kill me will not suffice to erase the pain,
But I feel all that and more already, I am ashamed of myself,
Would I ever thought of this before? The answer is no.
Would I ever forgive myself? I hope that she can one day,
But I won't, however the hope of her love carries me alive through this maze,
Like a blind mouse burning in flames of pain, dying in every step still chasing her,
Looking to find himself while he feels the pain of losing her on every step he tries to mend...
Who would hurt ones love even without knowing?
Who would would be such a fool to believe it would never happen?
I love her still but she doubts it...
My eyes crave for her everywhere but I'm not to be missed...
My tears type each letter of each word while they try to wipe the regret of my face,
It aches so bad just to know I've caused so much pain that life itself became unbearable,
I breathe for her and she deservedly pushes me aside, my pain is still small for her
Because she doesn't know it, it's hard to sleep when my pain crushes me for the one I caused her,
I still love her like I never thought I could ever love anyone and yet she can't bear the sight of me,
The beast that I am, the ogre that should be banned from this world, not worthy of her presence
but still in love with her...
I am my own nightmare, my demon, my curse, I have to live with myself but she doesn't,
She needs to enjoy the freedom I took from her without knowing,
I never intended to kept her captive from life itself,
Instead I wanted her to be a prisoner of our love, does that mean the same?
To love means not to take someones freedom but to walk beside her through life,
Yes I am a monster, how could such beauty ever love me?
Outside tears keep falling from the skies, inside the rain pours from my eyes
and I'm insane, words thrown out of me because they cannot be withheld,
Yes I love her but she can no longer love me, or can she?
I miss her breathing while she was dreaming and I would try to meet her there,
Somewhere far from me I imagine her so peaceful in her sleep and I get lifted
Like if I was being carried by the memory of an angel,
Would you ever love me if you were her?
Can she love me still?
I stretch my hand in the hope she is still there wanting to grab it..,.