Blinders On

Not sure he knows the burden I once carried stalks him in nights where alone is an only option, when she decides hes outlived her need of him.
He needed to feel needed and thus allowed himself be a tool to put her back together for someone else to reap the benefits, and thus he play the fool.
I wouldn't allow him fix me, I wanted to fix myself so as not to rely on him to hold me together,
but while I tended my wounds she came to beckon him to her side to feast on the blood of his longing for me, and thus in giving to her what belonged to me, she becomes reason why his heart and mine both bleed.
She is a beast, a vampire come to suck away his soul under guise of everything he dreams.
I am helpless to pull him from her clenches, her spell has cast his eyes with blinders blocking me from sight.
Waiting is only option yet it kills me to watch him thrash in her web unable to escape her poison, she breeds and breathes death.
He sees what she wants him to see, a broken woman in need, while in me he sees confusion and clutter he can not fathom or find reasoning in.
So he allows her build him up, and I await her tearing him further down, but fear I only wait for his soul to fly from his embodiment and thus he walks...but dies...
I would be his tool, something he would hold to mend his wounds, and someone else would reap the benefits and I'd be left simply the used..