Fatal Attraction

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...