Her heart fed his vanity, so he kept it in his pocket and painted the masks he wore with the dreams he found in her unconditional affection. He put her down softly. So softly that his dark words sounded like love songs. He held no mirrors in his soul and looked at himself reflected in her eyes, because in them he found his flaws erased. She loved him and he loved that she loved him, so he broke her heart slowly. He furnished the spaces inside her with quiet confusion and self doubt until his invisible flaws became her own. He remained perfect in her eyes.


  1. isn't that always the way. appropriating someone else's problems?

    having a contest chez my blog...


  2. Thank you so much for writing this absolutely amazing piece just for me! I can't tell you enough how much your writing moves me. This is certainly everything I have felt for one person and you have put my feelings into elegant words. The photos are pefect as well and I can't stop reading it over and over again! I will cherish this piece forever. Thank you again! xxoxoxoxoxo

  3. I can really relate to this - well said.