Trapped in a coffin, breathing but bound, A love so toxic, its whispers profound.
The walls close in, suffocating tight, Every glance from him, a blinding light.
The pain is constant, a wound never healed, Yet the thought of leaving feels unreal.
For in this prison, a twisted comfort stays, A strange familiarity in the darkest of days.
I break, I heal, I rise, then fall, But each time, he calls, I return to it all.
Like a puppet, my strings pulled with ease, Back in the coffin, suffocating with pleas.
Each time I leave, the wounds start to fade, But he comes with words, sweetly laid.
A manipulative dance, I’m drawn back in, To a cycle of lies, where do I begin?
I gave him the version he never had, Every piece of me, broken and sad.
Yet, when I try to escape, to be whole, He drags me back, swallowing my soul.
Each return is a death, another goodbye, I die a thousand times just to keep love alive.
I **** the parts of me that want to be free, All for a love that was never meant to be.
I don't know how many times I'll fall, How many times I'll answer his call.
I fear the damages, the healing I must face, But I fear his absence even more in this place.
