I watch you as you lie peacefully on that little white pillow.
I tell you that I loved you.
I tell you that I also hated you.
I tell you that you will never control me again.
I tell you that I will never let you hurt me again.
I tell you I am leaving.
I wait for you to be defiant.
"Say something," I murmur.
You just lay there in silence.
"I'm sorry that you look this way," I say to what is left of you.
"But I'm not sorry that I did this to you."