I find myself growing tired of your touch,

Gagging at your scent,

Wishing we had never met

Because you have changed the way I am.

I am not afraid of being alone …

Why do I cling to you?

When I am angry at myself for changing,

For being fascinated by your infatuation.

I find myself only enjoying

The power I hold over you

And, perversely, the pain that causes me to realize

You have the same power over me.

I can change all of this

And not just wish it never happened.

I don’t have to give you my soul

So you can eat the very last part of me.

I’m trapped because I’m ashamed,

And you’re trapped because you don’t know

I have to make a choice to set myself free

And to cut you out.

And somehow I need this punishment

Because I’m afraid.

I need to be strangled by you, smothered

Because I don’t deserve to breathe.

And you continue happily

And subconsciously half-frightened

As you cling so tightly to me

That you break every bone in my body.

A/N: This probably won't be up long. I really had to get this out and hopefully there is someone who knows how this feels and needs to read it (as badly as I needed to write it).