He creeps into your mind
At the most inopportune times,
Stealing away precious brain cells
And holding in the CO2
That you’ve built up in your veins.
Whatever warmth you had
Seeps out through your open chest,
Replacing the justified anger
With docile tones
And heavy shakes.
You feel leaks, tiny pin pricks,
Along all the spots you kept secret,
The spots that he now owns.
Time erases nothing,
His image hasn’t been there
To stroke your senses,
Yet a single glance
Betrays a tingle in your stomach,
And the world melts like chocolate
Left out in the afternoon Sun.
You want to run away,
But the sight of him is
As quick as summer lightning,
And his sound echoes
Like distant thunder,
And you’ve always been a fool
When it comes to storms.
“You will lose yourself in his winds and rain,
And you will claim a home inside that hurricane.
But that home will be nothing more than a dream,
A space where his violence will swallow your screams.”