It started with a glance,
Spirals shifting in her eyes
She never had a chance, she stood stuck
In an awkward stance she presented herself
To that man,
His face a mixture of patience and suffering,
Deep in his mind he saw her long ago, swinging her hips to the rhythm of his heart,
But never did he think she’d be offering herself so soon
Her body adjusts to his hot hands on her arms,
They feel protective and wild,
She looks at him wanting more, wanting his breath just for a second,
His feel on her skin, drives ecstasy through her veins
He touches her hair softly like he’s afraid she would crumble in his presence,
He hears the monsters in her mind, feels them through her skin, but says nothing,
Alone together they immerse in their pain, feeling the numbness of each other’s broken memories
They remember each other from long ago
She touches his chin, gently feeling it waiting for the urgency of a kiss
He blesses her lips with a slow fierceness
She shivers with remorse,
She understands this time is the only time
That the monsters will take them over, crawl through each muscle, pushing their way to the surface,
They’ll eat them alive, until their love, exhausted and damaged breaks under the pressure
He knows his monsters latched onto her mind, her heart, her skin, they’re burning holes, he can see it.
He takes his hands away; she stiffens fast, her body confused by the change,
  Without his touch she feels useless, her eyes beg for his, he won’t return the glance,
She wants to chain the monsters up, hold them in a cell close to her, his and hers,
She wants to put them away so they can’t hurt him,
He starts walking away slowly, the space where his hand was still warm on her skin,
And every time he takes a step the area gets hotter, burning her like his monsters.
He leaves.
She sits alone,
No one there anymore but the creatures basking in her electrified sadness,
Everything is heightened,
She’ll never see him again,
Every life has a meeting, one that rattles the demons,
One that they know could fight them, and with every life, they get stronger,
It’s her last life, after this, she will never feel love again,
She will never feel warmth in her heart or a tear in her eye,
She will feel nothing,
He stands outside the door; he knows not to come back in,
But he needs her, he’s afraid of the creatures, the cell is getting loose, and they might hurt her,
He doesn’t take the chance, she’ll invite them in without thinking, and they’d ruin her.
He walks into the stars, his life finished; the next won’t be his last,
He has time to tame the monsters, so that they’ll never touch her, never corrupt her heart.
In another life, he says
In another life, I will melt into you.
She sits on the creaky chair,
Waiting for the release of death, she laughs to herself with spite.
They won’t let her go yet; they want to blacken her heart first,
They feed on her, knowing she never felt the release of love, not fully,
He never let her settle inside him, he never let her touch and play with his demons,
They eat her up, slow, enjoying every drop of her blood,
Every good memory she had of him, every touch, kiss and thought she’s had caught in the monsters’ throats.
Blood trickles out of her soft mouth, draining away onto her blouse,
Her eyes turn black, and damp,
She doesn't want to go, but she’s so tired.
She wants to rest, closes her lids slowly, hands turn limp,
And she’s gone, they've found everything, everything she cherished, and gobbled it up.
Leaving nothing to save in her soul of him,
His life soon over,
He walks the streets that night; he feels a sharp pain in his chest,
Like a dagger on fire, cutting through his heart,
He feels her everywhere, her perfume surrounds him
He feels her hand on his shoulder, when he turns back to look she’s not there,
She’s gone, he knows that now.
He drops to his knees, wet hard rain on his face; he doesn’t feel her anymore,
He sees she won’t return again,
His demons taunt him grossly,
Jumping from each memory of her and weaving pain in,
They’re laughter gets louder and louder until he can’t take it.  
Then he feels it, her darkness on him,
He feels her fears, her anger, her hate, her sadness, every image of pain she’s ever concocted imprints on him
Tearing his heart apart,
He feels her now, her weight, on his shoulders,
In all that pain, he also feels a twisted sense of comfort,
He can still hold on to a part of her,
It doesn't matter which, he invites her creatures inside,
He welcomes the pain
He needs it.
He needs just a piece of that heart.