Dream

Your hand connects with my cheek, a hateful sound is heard, and I cry. You don’t care about my tears; you just stare like the man you think you are.

You know I’ll never leave you, so you do it instead. You throw the keys on the bed and just vanish from my sight without another word.

Half a year has passed, and I am not me. I am something I don’t recognize when I see my reflection in the mirror. The drugs and the booze have turned me to a fucking skeleton that can’t eat, all because of you.

You show up though, right out of my door. You have come back for more, but you can’t mess me up anymore. I did the job for you.

It was your dream, wasn’t it? To see me fall?

I walk towards the small veranda and all you can see is a pair of tear filled eyes, a skeleton body, and a tired soul. Just like how you wanted.

I jump.

So, this is me… falling.