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[julia_love_much]

Your words cut right through me.
They slice me like knives.

Your glances sting.
They stay in my skin like needles.

Your touch is like ice.
It is so cold that it burns.

Why won't you love me?

Why can't you forgive me?

What have I done?

What have I broken?

You break my spirit.
You've broken my heart.

You make me feel as if I am not good enough for you.
As if I'm not good enough for anyone.

I do not deserve love.
Not by your standards.

I am lucky to have had you while I did.
Now I fear that the last string of our rope must be severed.

I feel it's time to let you go.

I do not want to, my love.
I don't.
But I must.
We are beyond compare.
No forces in this world can make us whole again.
I am not whole.
Nor are you..

You sit here scratching your head,
reading the paper.
Trying to pretend that I'm not here.
I'm trying to be as quiet as a churchmouse.
I don't want to interrupt.

Is my typing too loud?

I would rather you beat me senseless than do this to me.
Slap me across the face.
Take a baseball bat to my spine.
That wouldn't even compare to the destruction you are aiding to in my mind.

Shoot me in the head.
Make this short and sweet.
Make this end.

"Your mouth is poison. Your mouth is wine."