Finally,
We are done.
I shouldn't be lost.

Your hands were meant to destroy,gradually chip away until the rubble could slip through quivering fingers. Vulnerability was synonymous to beauty. I could not be happy if I was to be lovely. The one game I could not play was your favorite. I was drawn to the damage and convinced it was destiny, you saw I was deteriorating and sped up that process. I swore I'd be there, it got to the point where there wasn't enough of me left. I was exhausted, dried up, used, and broken. My eyes were beautiful,after a routine breakdown. You touched me when tears flooded my face. Smiling was unwelcome- a carnal sin. I idealized you my healer,the one who could assuage the darkness. I'd be rid of it had you not come along.

Your fingertips were electric with toxicity as ammunition spewed from a too sharp tongue. I cared for you deeply, I was just a step on the way to inevitable greatness. Success has no room for feelings, only functionality. You stole my soul, but didn't have your own to give. I was patient, do not blame me for breaking.
I was dormant, how could I call myself a survivor? Any progress,any change,it was regressed or erased.

I was in a hostage crisis, but I clung to my chains. The world which I lived was fundamentally a facade, the lies were told and so the walls would fall. Reality remains distorted and living leaves me disoriented. Control was consuming,tears were vehicles to capture my own available emotions. Claims of hurt and betrayal were unmatched, did I give myself to a sociopath? All that care for you are infected. Our arms are wide but you do not seek shelter, you pry on our hearts and soul until the open wounds are raw. You know not of love, you despise yourself. Darkness will consume you, this time don't flee to me.