(Twisted the prompt up a bit)

In your arms, I found my home

At least I thought I did

Until all the walls started falling around me

One by one crashing onto the pavement

Suddenly I couldn’t breathe

All the vile things you’d said to me on repeat

Was that the goal?

Hurting me?

We’re you trying to make me hate you?

Because in your mind

You thought it’d be easier for me?

To let you go.

To stop holding on.

I can do enough damage on my own.