Your hands don't encircle my neck out of malice but to bring me back to life.
Your stare isn't to frighten but to strengthen.
My blood isn't caused by your words but from me learning to fight free.
The demons, they leave in droves as my fears are leaving one at a time.
Nightmares, once controlling my nights are few and far between.
You are my dream catcher.
You are not him.
You don't wear buttery soft suits or drove a fancy car.
You don't make empty promises; you make none at all actually.
Only one, no one will hurt me again.
You don't envelop me in the embrace of a lover.
You are fierce and driven. Still kind.
You don't caress me while entertwined in velvety sheets with a view of the city.
You grab me with carnality. For sustinance.
My red trails don't phase you.
You don't cling to me to heal my pain/,
You breathe your energy into me.
Your kiss steals my breath not my soul.
You both say soar. One from the lips of a ghost, one from the lips of a pillar.
You are not him
I lay in my bed
Tears in my eyes
He doesn't notice the pain he causes
He doesn't even see the trails on my arms; on my heart
His damage means nothing
My tears mean nothing
I am weary
I am lonely
I am broken
Because of all the "hims"
Which one of you will be next.
Leave, break, lie, destroy
Or leave this soft soul to mend
Sew the mosaic closed
So no one can get in.
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