I leave trails of utter bitterness in my footsteps. With regret tattooed into my smile, I greet you with another. You hold me, but it always feels like the emptiest attempt at love, or foe. I cannot give you what you want. You expect me, to give you my forever. I cannot live this way, because when I slide on this ring. It feels like the biggest lie I’ve ever told. You don't love me anymore. Maybe, you never did. A love raging between us is nothing but dust. But yet, I continue to love you. You no longer think I'm beautiful. You analyze my insecurities, picking at my flaws. You also expect me to be perfect. Each time I look into the mirror, an indescribable amount of self hatred stands before me. You are the reason I took down my mirrors. Like my scars weren't big enough, you tore them open and stuffed me with opinions. Walking on crippled pride and broken faith. I need an escape, a way to set my self free from this life of self hatred. I need you to look at me again, the way you saw me when you loved me. The way you saw me before you had me. I need you to love me again. But if you can't, I need you to tell me. You see, you string me along with hope. You give me just enough love, but never true. You hold me close, then let me go. You are nothing of a man. You have not earned the title of a husband. You are a child. You are a sorry excuse. You are nothing, but you are also my everything. How come you wont let me go? Just let me go, set me free. Love me again, or let me be. But if you choose option number two, I just need time. Time to re-write this life of mine.