She felt like he was seeing through her skin.
Anguished and terrorized, where do we begin.
Laughed at and belittled, in a ball she curled up.
This is definitely not love.
He grabbed her at her most fragile time.
Love was her crime.
Who can she see,
When she's never free.
Trying to escape these moments of death.
Trying to take one last breath,
He never let's her say what she needs to say.
Holding back one more day.
When she gets a chance to speak,
Let's hope she is not weak.
He plays on her weakness and challenges her doubts.
This man, knows what she is all about.
Count down till she speaks up,
Count down til she has had enough.
He will keep playing on her emotions because that is who he is.
A beautiful disaster and only his.
eventually every storm abrupts,
Eventually it becomes to much.
©terrylin53
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