Your caress bruised my skin
Your words punched my heart
I believed every hit
I walk on glass with silk shoes
With burden and fear on my back
In a cast, on my knees, I begged you.
Broken down and scarred and burned
Your finger prints linger in these rooms
They haunt the halls and my neck
I still feel you around me, choking me
I want to believe you and your lies
But this kick in my back wont forgive
Maybe I should hate you.
But I can't. Because I am good.
I hate you so much that I love you,
And that pain is what burns me the most.
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