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 fuck 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.