A lesson not yet learned, I look back
into shards of memories scattered in my tracks
this pressure, my shock emulating my diction
a silent sound, all that isn't constricted
my left brain separating the facts.
I still feel the moment, that new lesson
discovery, not always a progression
had I not succumbed to your power
I'd never remember that hour
looking back, praying for an eraser
but even now you have never looked safer
or more destructive.
Even with the facts I find
sanity banished from my mind
thoughts of you trickling into my subconscious
someone killed my failing conscience
your eyes like beautiful knives
your arms stealing me from reprieve
I could never say no.
No, pain is not worthy
to describe my condition
to discover my world
simply part of your fiction
I would rather be lost
than again be broken by you.