he told her he's changing through exasperated breath as if the whole world weighed down upon his words but he left her to find meaning in the ambiguity of his eyes

he told her he's changing but he didn't tell her whether it was for better or for worse, and like a rose whose petals reflect the crimson in her soul he started plucking her beautiful pieces away one by one

it was slow but soon she realized he took away her voice. he took away her confidence, he took away her beauty, he took away her heart, he took away her ability to control her emotions, he took away her happiness -- all the things she thought he gave her he took away and that really showed her who was in charge

her lungs filled with his world once and he warned her not to ever try something like that again because it would **** her but what she didn't say was he was already doing that, because with each conversation she suffocates a little bit more, until eventually the noose will be tied and her body will hang

he told her he's changing but it's clear to see it's somewhere away from her; he's going down the path of skinny girls and large *******, of cigarettes and alcohol, of past memories and old songs, of a world so far removed from her reality that she can never even dream of entering his stratosphere again