Set my Tony free

I guess that falling in love isn't new.
I know that happy endings are true but there is a story i never told you.

   It was between myself and a writer called little Tony; he is grown now, Tony is couple of years older.
 
  Tony grew up bitter so love to him was a mystery, Tony only could write because he had sorrow in his heart.

  There was Tony and here was I.

Over and over, we would stare into each other's eyes.
  Like a tiger who could see a prey, Tony would punch on the girl he dated, so she left and I was the only one present.

It was just Tony and I.
  Just Tony and I in the dark room so I watched him cry.
    Tony went out of the bar and pretended to be a man.

    But I guess that I have seen Tony's flaw, poor Tony was a hurting grown up.
   
One day, I made Tony laugh so hard that he had to hold my hands to catch his breath.

  That was the start of our Love affair.
I was the smile Tony never had.
I fed his heart with light that wouldn't go off.
I made Tony a man.
   
One day, Tony wanted to hit me but I didn't run.
    Why are you still waiting, he asked?

  I want to see your monster and watch it fight with my dragon.
 
Tony never knew how excellently I could fist fight, so I showed him and he almost died.
   I gave Tony scars.

Tony said his mother would do that to his father which made Tony sad.
  
Now I could explain why little Tony grew so fast and had awesome writings; the little boy knew sorrow his entire life.

  Tony and I sat at the bar after a rough dance and fast shot, we agreed we never would fight, beat each other or argue so hard.

I tamed Tony's monsters.
  One-day, I walked in to see Tony packing.
Why are you leaving, I asked?
I have found the one who makes me write again, he responded.
  I didn't mention, I made Tony's writing fade.

When he said that, I smiled.
You mean to say that you found that one who give you pains which gives your pen ink so you can feed the society?. Tony nodded and I knew it was the end.

Tony left.
  But I had no regrets because all that I did was give Tony so much joy and laughter by taking away the pictures of his horrible childhood, the moments of abuse when his mother had to beat his father, the days we punched was to show him how to fight a man better, to love a woman better, to stay and to be a man, to live in vows of happy ending without tears in the mornings.
But I guess Tony thought I took his gift.
Seems to me little Tony didn't grow up one bit.
  He left.

Tony became a prisoner of emotions in exchange for gifts.
  I am still releasing the part of me that Tony captured.
Little Tony didn't grow one bit.