the death of a relationship

Stab me,
cut me deep.
Twist the knife in my wounds you create.
Tear my flesh and wake my pain from within.
Relish in the fact you have taken from me.
Life, freedom, blood.
You have taken and given me mortality.
You have made me feel,
used, isolated and fearful.
Is this it?
I ask with a sigh,
This feels like something I have felt before...
This feels like when you ripped my heart from me.
Like when we ceased to be we.
The end of a relationship,
profound in its death.

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