He\'s cold an he\'s dark he don\'t know how to be loved all because he himself was never shown, but whatever the reason is I still let him in and tried to make my presence known.
Yet he continued to push he pushed me so far out that I became lost, his dark demeanor was like the surroundings of frost.
But even still I couldn\'t leave him I was drawn to the heart I first met, and the day he changed is a day I\'ve yet to forget.
He slipped away into a world of self pleasure not caring what he had to do to get there, he became ugly inside distant until gone cause he just didn\'t know how to care.
The monster in him grew filled with anger and hate, that\'s when I knew I wouldn\'t let his demons become my fate.
But again I tried yet couldn\'t let go, even though, he had become someone that I didn\'t even know.
And as time went on he slowly drained all that I was until I was nearly nothing, the devil in his soul left me wanting more despite the fact that he was no longer even loving.
I endured his wrath that burned in the pit of his stomach, the disgust on his face should have been a clear sign for me to give up and quit.
The hate in his eyes when he looked at me would shoot strait for my heart, and still I continued to let him tare me all apart.
His misery became so visually evident, the darkness in his eyes was a hollowness I can\'t forget.
But,,,,
I\'m still here unable to release myself from the hold he has on me, I guess only God can let me know if we are not meant to be.
By Celina Powell
05-17-2026