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He is pure. The white line contrasted and blessed his golden tan skin he is good. He loved me and I loved him But when I held his hand I stained his skin the black speck began to manifest and clashed with the purity of his white line. My white line was tarnished years ago Slowly he was slipping away from the beauty of what he once was. I was to blame and everyone knew that he was going down the twisted path because of me and because of that I pushed him away. Any quality that was seen as redeemable was destroyed I was going to be the villain so that he could live to be his own savior. At first he was angry but I knew he began to understand when he woke up to find that black speck become a large splotch on his hand. The little white that would develop on my hand when he held it was eaten by that black ink when he let go. There was no hope I am hopeless. Hot angry tears scratchy throats pulsing veins hollowed eyes bloodied knuckles He started to hate me The jealousy, the insecurities, the lies all of it was pressed against his chest. I was driven to suffocate him. I wanted him to be like me, so that I wouldn't be so lonely. However the little good that was left in me forbade that to happen. Because one day I saw him with her her smile soft, her eyes clear of deceit When he laughed he looked so care free all worries rushing away the black ink quickly disappearing and it hit me. We were never meant to be. I wasn't made for you, no matter how many times you claimed that we were perfect you deserved love without harm love without fear love without faulty sacrifice. I can't give that to you. So it had to be done. I let you watch, I let you see the chaos that is me. The spiraling black ink curving and contouring the blank canvas that is my flesh up my arm, across my chest. I watched him from across the room When our eyes met he turned to walk to me I raised my hand his eyes confused before he started running. There was no point they came after him I heard his screams for me not to leave His screams still haunt me but I know he's better off without me my love wasn't enough because I'll never be enough.