The memories stuck to my conscious thoughts like sharpie on an blank surface. The kind of surface an artist would claim as his canvas. Manipulating each line and curve to form his masterpiece. Leaving room for interpretation. That artist was you, and the canvas was me. You molded me into a figure of your imagination leaving room for me to interpret it how I may. 
      Lucky for you I was lost when you found me, venerable and in need of a friend. You were a friend alright twisting and turning each and every element of myself into your creation. And I watched it happen not knowing your plan. What an innocent creature I was.
    I can still picture your face, your eyes blue like the ocean, and your hair light like the sand. Your Voice soft and soothing whispering in me ear. Like you really gave a darn but you didn't, why would you?  You let me fall for you knowing all you were going to do was, leave me in the dust different and changed. The thing I resent most was the way you made me love you.