Do you feel that spark, every time we touch?
The thunder in my heart?
Do you feel the electricity between us, every time we're near?
The lightening in my eyes?
Do you think about me every second of the day?
Like I do, with you.
Because I don't think I would feel like this if you didn't too.
Your body and your words are always speaking two different sentences simultaneously.
Is this lust or your love?
It's always been you.
That is one thing I am sure of.

A prayer whispered from a child's lips brought out of fear from a little one's heart.
For hopes that her father will beat her mother tonight instead of her.
Curled up in the corner of her closet apologizing over and over for her selfishness.
The screams from outside her door drowning her innocence in despair and fear that tomorrow it might be her turn.
The man who made her call him "Dad" had completely broken down her mother and every other woman who came into his life.
He made them all believe that they are nothing without him and without him they have nothing.
Financial, spiritual, mental and physical *******.
To the women who came around just to leave, leave her with him.
Too afraid to speak up, afraid for their lives.
The lies he filled her head with the first 13 years of her precious life. The man who helped bring her into this world just to make her hate it the most.
The blood on his fists and his breath in her ears.
"You're mine till you're 18."

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