One hundred and seven
Nights your face has
Haunted my dreams
And sent my mind
Spiraling down the dark
Abyss I swore I'd never
Return to. Your kiss sent
Shivers down my spine
And your touch
Was something so soft I
Cried, for fear that I would forget
The pain you so easily caused
Me all those months ago.

Your smile warranted sincerity,
But your eyes, retribution,
Perhaps because I finally tried
Living without you
And succeeded,
And my reborn independence
Brought you here to torment
Me in ways I forgot you knew how.
For who are you if not cruel in
Manners of love and war.

Should you come again, my love,
Like the times you did before
I'll still long for your gentle touch,
Your tender lips, your warm embrace.
But radiating from my core will come
The same fear that came when
Your lips left burns and
Your touches left bruises on my
Skin and ego, alike. I'll search my soul
For the strength I found before and
When my eyes spring open I'll
Remember the joy I felt when I
Finally put out your unnerving flame.