Submitted by : Khadijah00 on Strugle

It's too late.
You let him in.

His force is strong,pumping slowly through your vessels.
His grip is tight around your lungs, closing in your breaths.
His whispers soon become your words
His pictures soon become your vision
His mind soon becomes your actions
His happiness is all that matter- it consumes you...completes you.

Until he leaves.


The footsteps he has left has now become your mess.

He leaves with the lights turned off.

Don't let him.