He's different.
Fragile, quiet.
Unassuming.
He floats around,
Light as a cloud
That never comes down.
He's on his own level
No one else's
And he lives by his own rules
Makes his own choices.

I'd like to write a poem
To explain
Why I don't trust you
But I can't because
There are no words
For the fear, and the terror,
That I felt
As a young girl,
With no help,
Abused and deceived,
Forever changed
By all of those things
That I could not control.

You have no idea
What you've done
The harm you've caused
The arrogance you thrive on
The darkness you create
For all those around you.

Drinking this cool sugar water down
Laced with some kind of poison
That is sure not to **** me
But can at least numb my every sense
Make my body a little less tense
And simplify my thoughts
Until I have none left
So when my hand reaches for the drink,
I don't even have to think.

I walked all the way
To the edge of the earth
Just to say
I got there first
And it's funny how much we thirst
When second best is as good as cursed.

He empowers me
Has me feeling I can conquer anything
Do I love him?
No,
But a certain kind of respect
And a clear sign of acknowledgment
Must be given
When he speaks
And when he listens.