Death of an Ideal..

When I cried,
he told me not to.
When I laughed,
he smiled at my happiness.
When I was in one of my tempers,
he made me smile.

But suddenly one day,
Its all gone.
My life is all dark.
I have no smiles.
No more happiness.
He died.

Now I dont have ideals.
I sleep with men.
Even old fellows.
My smile is a mock.
My happiness, a mirage.
I died.