His soft touches
with warm embraces,
turnt to bruises and scars
all over her arms.
His sweet lies
full of warm sugar,
stuffed her throat with honey
till she's was gasping for air.
His rampant insecurities-
the way he made her wear them,
like a shield of armor
bore to protect him.
But most of all she misses
the way he played with her.
For now all she feels is numbness-
where once was her heart.
It is a twisted thing-
to miss the one who made cry-
but at least then you had someone to blame