Open Stitches

I got up to leave but his hand wrapped around my arm where he pulled harshly so I would face him. Stopping me from taking another step away from him, he gripped my chin forcefully, his eyes hard as he stared down at me.

"If you're gonna leave me don't look away from me when you tell me. I want you to look me in the damn eyes and tell me- tell me you're walking out."

I was so close to him. His eyes were boring into me and I hated how much control he had over me. How much of me he actually owned.

I tried yanking my arm away from his grip. I tried pulling my face away from him. I tried so damn hard to shove him away and physically hurt him, to show him a glimpse of what I felt. I wanted to burn him the same way he had burned me with his essence. He consumed me, he marked me. He was my oxygen and now it felt like all I was breathing in was ash.

I yelled at him to let me go. I thrashed in his arms as he tried to hold me still. He was trying so hard to hold me together but I was already gone.

He kept saying he was sorry. He kept whispering how much he loved me. He kept feeding me lies.

I had gone limp in his arms. I didn't have the energy to fight, there was nothing to fight for. He had taken everything that was left. There was absolutely nothing left. I felt nothing, I had nothing.

"Blue, baby. Look at me," he pleaded as me held my limp body up. He moved my face to face him, "Look at me baby."

I did look at him. I saw the hurt, the pain, the agony on his face as he watched my entire world fall apart. I saw him, yet all I could think of was what an amazing actor he truly was. What a beautiful liar. A siren that beckoned me into the rocks of ruin.

I had no one to blame but myself. A poor fool I was.

So with the last bit of strength I had left, I looked up into his pleading eyes and spoke the last words he told me, the ones that ripped at me entirely that night.

"You were a mistake."