There are so many things that I have trouble discussing. I find the most indirect and vague way imaginable to get my point across so I don’t have to say it. I guess this is just another one of those things. Its funny how a moment can change..
His fingers find my face
A soft and gentle touch
My heart begins to race
His presence is too much
I melt into his palm
He slowly pulls me in
I try to keep calm
But a transformation begins
His hands turn to ice
His nails pierce my skin
Darkness fills his eyes
And takes him from within
My backs against the wall
A fight I cannot win
He is far too strong
Now my arms are pinned
He begins to hiss
A string of hurtful words
He’s lost in impure bliss
Destroying my world
I beg him to stop
He only persists
Soon my body drops
He’s stolen me: I’m his
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I don’t know what happened, but just say the word and I’ll grab my bat.:p
Does that bat happen to have a few nails sticking out of it? 😐
Not yet, but I can upgrade it tonight
There is a strong sense of dissonance I find, err savory here. Kind of like listening to a song in minor key. Even ignoring your preface, for me, the last line (“He’s stolen me: I’m his”) makes me feel like I see a glimmer of what you are driving at… love.
Oh ceph. How I wish it were love. Its much darker. Much less thrilling. Left a scar that won’t ever fade. Rape, ceph. No love involved.
Wow, this was a sick type of thrilling. I hope you get out of this relationship. I know its hard, but you have our backs(:
I’ve been out of the relationship for almost 2 years now. It just doesn’t go away. I really appreciate the support.