No matter how much a man begs, even if he gets down on his knees, you don't have to be with him.

Going under.

Sharp pain expands, taking down her chest.

Skin turned cold and blue.

This isn't anything new.

Just another day holding his hand, guilt crushing her soul.

Being with him did this to her.

Yet she couldn't walk away.

The guilt goes both ways.

Leaving or staying.

Both cases brought agony.

Lost her breath for a while.

No one she can trust.

The inside of her is swelling.

Vision going dark.

A relationship that sure to set off sparks

And burn both partners apart.

~ ~ ~

A/n:

I can't believe it! This is my 90th poem! Woohoo!

-Miss Yanxiet :)