Letter to a Lover

March 17, 2008
You use me,
confuse me,
abuse me.
I’ve got the bruises on my skin
[perfect proof];
and I’ve got your tender lips
kissing away the pain,
whispering sweet nothings.

You embrace me,
forgive me,
love me.
Somehow it’s all my fault
but I’m back in your good graces.
Gentle caresses,
compared to steel fingers






You coerce me,
force me,
strike me.
You are a vengeful angel,
devastatingly beautiful in all your fury.
[mistakes made
cannot be undone
neither mine nor yours, my love]

Sincerely signed in death,
(a lost girl)

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