You wanted me to be something I am not
A little less, a little more, I am not sure
You fell in love with your perfect girl
But I am not her anymore
In fact I am so much more
You saw me as a goal, a prize, an idea
When I became too complex you threw that idea away
No longer your subservient angel in the house
I have burned my wings and learnt to stand
Becoming uninterested in your previous lover
You found interest in the idea of another
Only to discover she was more than you bargained for
God forbid a woman has her own thoughts and feelings
God forbid I became what you did not want
God forbid I cry when you hurt me
You twisted your words in ways that made me apologise for the wounds you caused
You watched my body bleed
And I stayed
In your helpless arms