If his love was as living in a perfect house
where it never feels like home
why did you choose to stay for?
in those empty and flimsy walls
Holding yourself together
like you meant to be perfect
If his words were unkindly ripping off your existence
making your small, and never felt your resistance
If his touch was leaving footprints of dust on your bones
like a broken piece of glass damaging your soul walls
If his breath was destroying your freedom
If his kiss made from ice
was leaving bruises on your delicate lips
every single time, paying your price
If his love was holding you
like you hold against an old book
that you eternally know
you’ll never read it again
If his love was like a weak fire
that never made you feel wanted
walking on this earth like you are haunted
Tell me, you not him
Why did you stay?

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