
I died last night...
You killed me..
I gave up fighting and submitted
Finding solace in knowing I didn't have to try anymore,
no longer having to find excuses to explain why you are the way you are.
I surrendered
Your hold on me was suffocating,
your clench on my perspective, my dignity, my soul got stronger
and I felt each breath become more difficult than the next.
The day I met you I lost an ongoing battle with my conscience,
knowing you were the living, breathing contradiction of everything I stood for.
I looked into your eyes,
one last time
as beautiful as the day I met you.
I hate that even in this moment, I still love you.
My blood was on your hands,
you killed me, and I let you...





