Run!
Your days are starting to fill up with odd cravings
You want what you don't need.
Long for self loathing
Broken bones
face black and blue from how much you love..
How much you thought you loved.
You, her, she wept.
Till the sound of your cries became the Symphony to match his pummeling fists
And you wanted and needed and loved and longed...
You craved and got addicted to the cuts his words created
The gashes, the bleeding..
Only thing his lust left.
You ran and ran in circles right back into his arms.
He took you in
Broke your will
Broke your smile
Broke your halo
Broke your light
Broke. You.
And your existence became syncopated with the darkest part of him.
He cannot make you better.
His hands cannot reunite the stray colours that make you
Made you
Saved you.
They run even faster still
From him.
Run little girl,
Run!
Don't you know?
There is no love where he lays.
And nobody can love you like you are meant to be, like you can and like you should love you.
Love. You.
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