All I can remember is that first intentional stare. My breath clutched my throat and my heart dropped to my knees, almost like it was scared.
The idea of your hand in mine perfectly destroyed my body in the most desirable way. I recall taking in every detail to be clear as day, and perfectly form my whole life around what was so cliché.
They say love is hell...I was broken, you were already taken. Two dark clouds could be a sign of rain. Voilà, the start of our broken fate.
I loved you more than myself, I was under your spell. Oh wow, your tempting spell. The horror marks you left craved for more pain than it felt. Somehow my intense cries and wilding thoughts to finally free myself never got past your determined threats.
Multiple times, I fell apart. If anyone could put me together, it was you. Yet, you threw me and like a broken glass, I couldn't be put back.
I became crazy. My conscience tried to save me, it's the magical wonders of our lovemaking that sustained me. The only time I felt everything and safety.
Just like that, the burden was never worthless. With you I was always drowning but you brought me back to the surface. I knew if I could make it through the fire, I can definitely breathe inside a furnace.
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