I thought that I was invincible in my superhero's garb. I donned my cape and costume only to be disarmed. You were my Waterloo and I was forced to taste defeat. It tasted bitter on my tongue, similar to the most unhygienic street meat. I continued on a road I knew I never should have taken, hoping that one day my pride would die and I would be awakened. But instead, I've been forsaken. I refused to lose and as a result I lost it all. I never would have imagined that love could make me feel so small. I was shaken to my core, it tore my heart apart like lightning. You were the thunderbolt that made love become so frightening. Reclusive and paranoid, my future you have destroyed. I had all the potential in the world, I could have gone so far. I traded it all to be with you, and now I am afraid to dare to reach for the stars. I was once so confident, majestic in my own right. Despondence is my new name, as I have lost all will to fight. This charade has turned into such a facade, like the crises in the Middle East I can hear the sirens in my own personal Riyadh. No God could save me now, as I am in much too deep. At night, I lay down my head and silently weep. I cry for injustice, and the cross that I must bear. I sob indulgently as I wring my hands in sheer despair. You have made it your goal to wreak havoc on my soul, as I have been left, bereft and required to reap the evil that you sow. Sorrow has written its name upon my heart, as I passively accept it and allow you to resume your farce. I regret that we met, on a night so pristine; you were my executioner as I placed my head so trustingly into your guillotine.