Trace my finger along the cut
Close my eyes and relish the pain
Trying to forget what he did
Imagining his blood is the one spilt
Instead of mine
Watch the blood well up
Dip my finger
Writing symbols on malnourished skin
Forgetting for just a minute the pain he caused
Remember his face
And the look upon it
Can’t forget it, or his words
Words to cause pain
Then words to comfort
Lusting green eyes staring
From the doorway
Sight of blood and pain
Making him want more
Locking the door
Ignoring my screams
Making his own symbols
Upon my mind
Making me hate him
Yet I would always forgive him

 
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