Where has that boy gone?
The excitable, football-mad child,
Enjoying every second of his youth,
Playing with friends so close that they’re brothers.

Where has that boy gone?
The one who showed unimaginable love to all,
Cherished his family without fail,
So happy, so free, was that not me?

That boy has gone.
Only a shadow remains,
A scarred existence taken day by day,
A vacuum to all happiness within his house.

That boy, I fear, has gone,
I do not like who remains,
An emotional wreck unable to feel,
A dishonest mess unable to stay sober.

It took too long but now I see,
He’s thinking about killing me.

Tangled within each other against the bed
Intense eye contact held throughout,
Your blooded hands wrapped around my bare throat,
Squeezing
Trapping
Encapsulating.
Sat across my stomach,
Your titan grip constricts around my neck
Crushing my weaselly windpipe,
Savagely
Murdering
Beautiful.
As my life seeps away
Your loving, murderous grip holds tighter,
I smile at you and you at me,
Give.
Me.
More.