Those haunting words,
Strangled me.
My world was torn,
Put to sleep.

Three words,
That mean so much.
The last thing we had,
That wasn't touch.

Spoke unto me,
Your words cut like a familiar steel.
And you couldn't help but see,
What pain was all too real.

For you,
Those words had set you free.
And I suppose
That's what I should be.

But those words you see,
Made my skin scream
And wish for better days.
Layers upon layers of fake love,
Fused with lust and hate.

And so those words that trickled out
Of your sweet, kind, unforgiving mouth
"I release you." You spoke
Without thought or doubt.

I ceased to be,
Yielded life.
Those Haunting Words
Fueled my knife.