Come along, dearest

You woke up to an empty house, boxes gone and just a single sock as the last trace of a love gone stale remembering when we cut ourselves on each others words, so jagged and bitter that the wounds stung for days but your arms were a magnet for my pain in forehead kisses and I had almost forgotten what it was to feel like nothing could hurt more than the wicked breath that escaped your mouth in sighs so discreet at watching me get weaker at your command, a simple little marionette letting you pull on my strings for just that miniscule bit of affection to find holes from which to escape you, escape myself so I packed everything in bags while you were sleeping, leaving all of you behind as I crept out of the door.