maybe I do love him.
despite every time I try to deny it all,
it still hurts sometimes.
I’ll always remember how he kissed me,
held my head gently in his hands,
pulled me close and touched me just right.
I want it to get easier,
slowly letting go of the one who damages me,
but he lays claim to me,
every time I try to give my heart away.
reminding me he had me first,
and knowing that I’ll always fall for his touch.
I’ll never escape him,
because I could never say no to him.
he knows the power he holds over me,
knows how easily he could have what he wants.
my hopeless heart cries out,
praying for a form of clarity,
that never comes.
sigh