She Left Him

Control was his savior

Control was his killer

He pulled strings

Strings pulled him.

Blood pooled from his wristsShe

Where he dug in his nails, screaming silently.

Why couldn’t he just let go?

Why couldn’t he just let the world go on

And let go of her.

She was too wonderful

Too beautiful

Too loving

To let go of her.

But he had to.

She had a new life.

Let go, he told himself.

She left you.

Let.

Her.

Go.

But he couldn’t.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to as soon as he set eyes on her.

He had stalled for too long, he knew that.

He tried to think about something else.

Snowglobes

Notebooks

Glue

But all he could see

Was her face.

And he knew it.

Control was his savior

Control was his killer.