Twisted

Broken home

Shattered shards of dreams 

Photographs of what we used to be

smile at me.

A smile filled with lies.

They're all full of lies.

I hold the loving picture of us 

to what we've become.

It just isn't the same. 

The only I love you's came from the 2000's R&B songs.

The kind of songs that you'd gaze

into your lover's eyes

and drift into an unknown bliss.

The only I love you's came from the tight grip of his hands on my waist.

He reeked of whiskey and destruction. 

Slurred I love you's and faded eyes

Shot after shot

He stumbled across the dance floor

jerked onto his next victim

Pulled them close and 

Caressed their rosy cheeks.

Close and closer

Like how he pulled me.

Pulled me closer

Latching onto my arms 

Leaving behind a dark, purple hue. 

A mark. 

A mark of endearment.

You're mine and only mine.

Those deep, hazel eyes pierced

straight through my soul. 

Through the depths of the forbidden love. 

Close and closer

Maybe I've fallen in love with a concept.

An illusion.

Is this love?

Maybe I've mistaken our love 

for your infatuation of alcohol and one-night stands.

I sought comfort in the arms

of a malicious and hungered lion 

who pried on fresh meat and bodily structure.

Oh, the things I did for you.

All of this was for you. 

Merely because I was deeply in love with you.

Oh, how foolish was I.