Quicksand

I've been doing alot of thinking. First off let me say that for me, you truly are or were the love of my life. My soul mate. The beat to my heart. The air to my lungs, the missing piece to my puzzle. You completed me in a way I could never have dreamt of. Unfortunately you also called me horrible names, put me down in every way, made me feel worthless and want to die. You? You are like quicksand. The more I struggle and fight to stay on the surface the quicker I sink to my ultimate doom. You're like a boa constrictor to my soul, the bigger I make you feel about yourself the harder you strangle and smother me until I can't move unless you let me. I am helpless. I need you to loosen up so I know its OK to move, to breathe. I need you to let go or hug me gently. I need you to love me or set me free from this hell.