Let her go.
You're draining the life from her.
Blood red, petals drift to the ground.
Wilting.
Curling.
Finding stillness and turning to monochrome.

Let her go.
Beating.
Slow and lazy.
Beating.
Its barely there.
The world falls to stillness around her.
The inside of a glass tomb.
People will morn, maybe even you.

Let her go.
Your embrace is too strong.
Unforgiving.
You don't want her anyway, let her be free.
Controlling her doesn't fix you.
Controlling her won't make you love you.

Let her go.
She's fading to numbness.
A slow thud.
Survival.
Love?
This isn't love.

**But this is loving you