When he looks at me, I know he's looking past and imaging someone eles face...

Not because he doesn't love me, but the darkness of his mind knows its wrong and heats him up, to **** me and think of her or him...

Bad, so bad, he doesn't denie himself pleasure...
something I used to admire...

Now it smothers my heart, blue and bleeding waiting for him to see how he kills me slowly with just a look from his lieing green eyes.