Chasing Darkness

Credit A.V.

When he looks me in the eyes, I see the hatred towards me.
When his lips softly kiss mine, I feel the scars that bore me.
When he nibbles so sweet on my ear, I hear the evil that ripped me.
When he reaches his hand for mine, I feel the pain they left me.
When he grazes across my neck, I recall how harshly they choked me.
When he wraps his arms around me, I remember the strength that threw me.
When he runs his fingers through my hair, I remember the grip that dragged me.
And when he says “I’m sorry”, my heart screams “I don’t believe you!”
But then my mouth barely whispers, “I’ll still chase you.”

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