She was magic

She was magic,

all spells and love.

But if provoked,

all curses and thereof.

 

She was beauty,

the prettiest flower.

Gentle and caring,

every day, every hour.

 

She was love,

pure and caring.

But still angry,

when he had it coming.

 

She was the world,

to him and perhaps more.

So drawn was he,

that he forgot she had flaws.

 

She was normal,

except to his twisted views.

She loved him,

so tried to break through.

 

She was determined,

to help him any way she could.

Multiple arguments,

that lead up to nothing good.

 

She was gone,

no one to blame but him.

His life shattered,

everything inside him dim.

 

He was alone,

everything his making.

A love pure,

yet absolutely wrecking.

 

She was an idea,

perfection in a nutshell.

But reality is rarely

covered in pastel.

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Everybody has flaws, no one is perfect and to see them as such is not doing them any justice.

A response to She was magic, part of July Photo Prompt, hosted by the lovely M.