His cold hand brushed up against my skin.
My cries subsided, the ocean calmed
It seemed like so many nights ago we fell in love
A gaze for a slap
A kiss for a punch
It was a beating well deserved
Thrusting onto the bed
Crumbling against a wall
Me Screaming through it all
His eyes were so warm and kind, both filled with desire
One for love
The other for blood
He then knelt down by my side
His words soft and reassuring
Another intricate lie to believe
His voice would rock me, eventually breaking me at the core
The waves would then rise
Crashing onto my battered shore
I should swim away
I must free myself
My heart longs for refuge
But I stay in his arms, slowly suffocating in his grip
There are few good men in the world
And this time I played for keeps
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
His cold hand brushed up against my skin.
My cries subsided, the ocean calmed
It seemed like so many nights ago we fell in love
A gaze for a slap
A kiss for a punch
It was a beating well deserved
Thrusting onto the bed
Crumbling against a wall
Me Screaming through it all
His eyes were so warm and kind, both filled with desire
One for love
The other for blood
He then knelt down by my side
His words soft and reassuring
Another intricate lie to believe
His voice would rock me, eventually breaking me at the core
The waves would then rise
Crashing onto my battered shore
I should swim away
I must free myself
My heart longs for refuge
But I stay in his arms, slowly suffocating in his grip
There are few good men in the world
And this time I played for keeps