His
I know it's been days
I know it's been weeks
But I still think, about everything
About those words.
'His' words.
They say its okay,
That I'm safe now,
But I'll I can see are those fists.
'His' fists.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
Comes from that angry facial expression.
That face haunts my dreams.
Does it go away?
'His' face.
HIs.
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