• I ripped your grubby hands from the hold they squeezed tight. I pulled away, the pieces of my heart fumbling in my hand. I bit my lip, choking down the tears that were trying to make it to the surface. I did my best to brush you off. You clung to me the way an infant would its mother. You wrapped me in your selfishness, suffocating me in pain. You pleaded me not to go. Your desperation filled the air, all of your words were laced in vain... and for the first time in what felt to be an eternity, I took a breath of my own air. I began to break free, running anywhere but there.. to anyone other than you. I hate you for every girl you ever touched, for every smile you ever faked, for every lie you sung so graciously, for every finger you ever laid upon me, for every false I love you, for every kiss layered with your poison, for every break you ever put upon my heart.


    "For all of this, I'm better off without you.
    Do you regret all your loneliness?"



    I may stumble.. I may fall.. But I'm getting away.. I'm better off without your parasitic self clinging to my being, sometimes it's just hard to believe that. I can still see the marks from where your grasp once sunk.. I can still feel your hold struggling to grow tighter. Every day, I clean more of your venom from the fragile figure your "love" left me.. there's just so much. I'd give it all just to be able to hate all of you; I don't want to love you. I want the person I was so sure existed. I'm tired of wasting effort on trying to let go of someone who was never even worth my breath. I fought you off, I'd breath you in. I'm strong enough not to let you win. I'm still trying desperately to be me again. I'm getting better, I'm coming closer.