So, this is what happens when I can't fucking breathe. A sting and some tension at the closeness of me. I can look into your eyes and tell you the truth. The truth is; I wish I could kill you myself.
I'd do it slowly, just like you did it to me. You smothered, but made sure I could breathe. Since old habits die hard I'll be sure you die harder. You see, I'm holding my breath while I choke away yours.
-It's ironic and that's funny to me. Is it murder? Or double jeopardy?
This is what your actions have driven me to. You're a poison tree and I'm the fruit of you. You never fucking cared what you were putting me through. -I bet you care now.
I can see it in your eyes, I can see myself: angry. That's the reflection you cast unto me. I'm not bitter -but your blood is.
You took away my breath when I first saw you. That was more pleasant than this. You aimed to destroy me, but sweetheart- you missed... Because you see, you once said you were a part of me. So, by your very actions it's your own hands that now act for me...