I was never his queen.

He wanted me to be his queen.

So he put me on a pedestal and gave me a throne.

I watched on as he built a great big castle all for me.

Using the most precious stone and materials.

So much hard work and I didn't have to life a finger.

It was love and devotion he said.

I was sure I loved him too.

Making excuses for his faults.

Oh it's not a big deal that he assaulted me.

Because he said I deserved the world because I was special.

He bestowed the most elaborate gifts to me.

My king gave me a tiny band of silver twisted vines.

I'm amazing and beautiful.

I can't do anything wrong.

He tells me I'm absolutely perfect until I'm not anymore.

I began to see through illusions and fantasies.

My feelings were twisted.

The man who called me his queen started throwing things at our beautiful kingdom.

Slamming doors, leaving me weeping.

I cried, begged, and pleaded.

But he only got angrier and meaner.

Yelling and screaming, holding contempt for me.

What I thought was a beautiful kingdom was actually a nightmare.

It came crumbling down on top of me.

I was a stupid girl for thinking I was ever his consort.

Sometimes he torments my dreams with this abuse.

I worry every person I meet is going to be like him.

He never wanted me to be his queen, he wanted a play thing to hurt.