Because he looked at me with love;
Possession and adrenaline entwined.
Because he said the pain was a trophy
Like i was his.
Because when he looked at me;
His eyes were my addiction.
The fix that gave me reason to live
As i died in his gaze.
i cherished the smear he placed
On my life.
On my skin.
On my mind.
Because i thought the death he gave me
Was worth more than the life i owned
The blinding halo he wore became
My tightening noose.
And i choked on my own fragility;
The shattered crystal
Refusing to see the resolute fragments
Of who i am.
Because one day she spoke to me;
Told me to destroy my puppet life.
And i did.
And she smiled.
Through the scarred remains of her face
Smiled even as I shattered the mirror.
Because the hostage died that night
And she lived again.
Because she emerged from the ruins
I live again.