The abuse lasted for far too long,
our dependency ensured this path of harm,
where you breathed for me.
Our love is real yet dastardly,
for animate pain is our currency,
follow me.
The bruising rose into a throng,
no longer hidden where alibis diffused alarms,
they won’t let it be.
Our love is inflamed yet lasting,
for relief is our only consistency,
follow me.
For you feigned that you needed me,
that I alleviated all your strain,
but all I want is for this to end,
it’s time to set you free.
Our love is merely not being lonely,
for without you I wouldn’t be,
follow me.
It seems that we can only coexist,
the answer is to descend into calm,
for I don’t know how much I can bend,
my last breath shall be drawn,
so follow me.