That was my favorite way to see you.
Wearing nothing but your black boxer briefs. Standing tall in the door way. Tattoos exposed.
You would crawl into bed with me. Tell me you love me. Hold me close.
But this is different.
Everything has shattered now.
You still are wearing nothing but your black boxer briefs. Standing tall in the door way. Tattoos exposed.
But this time is different.
Now you have a knife to your throat; the largest knife you could find in our kitchen.
Now you are red in the face with veins popping out from under your skin.
Now you have an evil look on your face that is from the devil himself.
You tell me that if I leave you that you will slit your throat.
You even cut your left hand open to show me you mean it.
I do not feel safe but I do not want to be responsible for your death.
I am frozen.
I am broken.
I am filled with fear.
This used to be my favorite way to see you, but now it haunts me in my sleep.
I am forever scarred.
Nothing is the same.
This time was different.