Heartless Lover

She pulls me into her embrace

Whispering sweet nothings into my ear

Telling me to stay.

“No one understands you like I do,” she says.

And despite everything that tells me not to

I listen.

Imprisoned in her grasp

Her frail grasp

But I am too ashamed to free myself.

When I cry

Instead of wiping away the tears

She gives me more reasons to keep them flowing.

When I struggle to get out of bed

She convinces me to stay

Pulling me down

And I am enveloped in her presence

Drowning in it.

When the water runs red

She wraps her arms around me

And instead of taking the blade away

She guides it across my skin

Like an artist creating a masterpiece

And I…

I am her poor, tattered canvas.

~Quill

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