Imaginary Friends, part 2

As my life became insignificant,

my heart became a solid, cold thing.

I became more diligent,

and lost my true being.

With no friends to call my own

I made books into a comfortable home

Gradually, my imagination learned to roar,

filled with power, I gained wings to soar...

alone...

A man came into my life,

not yet full grown.

I did not fear his hidden knife,

and he showed me things I'd never known

Soon enough, he left

also leaving me bereft,

lacking in love and lacking in soul.