Not a single petal.

A picture in my mind that came to life on paper,
that's what you were.
A somebody I knew, always fixing my mistakes.
Putting up with complains, tears, screams,
all to be drawn and thrown away.
You look so helpless,
so drained of happiness.
All your nights spent in comforting,
hushing.
All your love turned to burden,
weighing you down.
Everything that turned your frown around,
drowns you.

You can't let go,
not just yet.
Because you need me as much as I need you.
Only in my head you exist,
my someone.
And to you,
I'm as real as life gets.

But you don't need life,
you need me.
You need me when I turn around,
when I try to forget.
You need me to talk to you,
when you lie on a bed of my thoughts.
You need me to know,
that you'd stand in your light deprived room,
waiting to talk.

What used to be ink on paper,
is now ink on skin.
I'm jotting down notes of our conversations,
within my blood with a black, permanent liquid.
Now when I look into that mirror,
broken and dirty,
I see you where I once was.
I see ink leaking through open wounds,
up and down in neat rows on this body.
I see eyes that don't belong to me,
eyes that resemble yours.
I see your smirk peaking through my frowning face.
I see you, a bigger part of me than I.

Because I let you in.
I let you have control,
I let you push my buttons.
I let you do as you please,
because you needed me.
I believed you when you said,
I know what's right.

And now you're me.
Someone I trusted before.
Someone who was a friend,
is now the enemy.
I want myself back,
but you say no.
You say I don't belong to myself anymore.
Turns out, I need you more than you need me.