He did it to me again. Last night, he saw the intent in my eyes. And he trapped me.
Showered with loving kisses, pleading words for me not to go. A couple years ago I would have considered myself lucky, to have found someone who yearns for me to live. I now know the truth of it all.. love is selfish. Each kiss he plants on my body is a new shackle tying me up to this life. Every inch of my body, covered in thorned threads, adorning me with love and blood, imprisoning me to this very existence. “Don’t leave me..” he whispers. “You promised me..”
I hate him for all of it. For breaking me and now thinking I could be repaired. For thinking that there is yet hope, salvation for myself. There is none.
But he is a fool, and a fool cannot help but to try. To change time, to change what was or what would be. He doesn’t realize that there are things in life that are simply inevitable. Our destinies have long been written before we were even born. I know for a fact now that I cannot escape. No matter where in this planet I go, the dread refuses to leave my side. Despair wracks my very soul.
It is laughable that he thinks he can fix me. All I truly am is his prisoner.