his
nails
slid down
her
thighs
as he
kissed
her
goodbye

he called
it
love
but
there was
something
corrupt

his hands
didn't
belong
there
and
neither
did
his words

they
left her
broken
they
left her
burnt

he's
miles
away
and
she
cries
in bed

repeating
all the
words
she
never
said

maybe
she
deserved it
maybe
she
still does

but
something
about this
doesn't
feel
like love

his
hazel
eyes
and
voice
so
raw

his
fingertips
felt
so wrong

did
she love
him
or did
she love
the
pain?

the torture
of being
forced
to scream
his name

little
girl
gone
too
soon

her
broken
dreams
rest
in
the
tomb

her
desire
to
be
loved
left
in
the womb

while he
lives
his life
dancing
to
his
own
tune.