his servent

“You have broken my heart more times then the fingers on my hand can count. Yet I still carry you. You, a master whose eye have strayed for a moment on a servant such as I. All the beautiful women fought for your affection, an affection that was cast upon me. My scarred body no longer produced deep angry red cuts. You had run the demons away. Alas I am a lowly servant not nearly as beautiful as they who are your equal. Now I lay here with fresh scars without so much as a glance from you. I no longer hold your heart and must stop to wonder if a lowly servant such as I, could have truly ever had your heart. My heart now broken  with sorrow and pain. My soul black from the demons you Once scared away. I watch as your affection goes to those who want only your money and body. Their beauty out shines mine. For I am simply a servant, who goes Once again unnoticed. My mind shakes with the same questions. “Did he truly love me and long to be with me or was I mearly a servant who kept his bed warm and ego high?” My bones break under the weight of such betrayal. My servant mind works and I know away to make you love me again. And you did. You weeped for days. Rejecting the affection of your equals for a simple servant girl who like others before her, had listened to the demons you Once held at bay. To others I am now another dead servant but to you my king… I am the angel you let slip from your fingers.”