I walk with a quiet curse in my hands,
Anything I love, I shatter,
Anyone I pull close, I suffocate,
I don't mean to be a poison,
but my devotion is a slow decay,
I am the victim of my own love,
caught in a trap made of my own heartbeat,
I built a perfect dream to live in,
only to realize I am the shadow creeping on the walls,
The villain of my own fantasy,
They say when everyone leaves, you must love yourself,
So I stood in the empty room,
and wrapped my arms around my own ribs,
But the touch didn't feel like a rescue,
As my hands pressed into my own skin,
the grip turned into a chokehold,
Because even when I finally tried loving me,
it felt exactly like I was killing me.