Balm

I could lay on his chest for hours

Planting kisses like flowers

Her lips had left rings of red targets

She had him by years

Spreading lies like droplets

Delicate hands trace scarred lines

A mind full of land mines

She made no space for anything else

Strings held him tight

His mind became his prison cell

Our hands tangled together

Trying to keep warm from the weather

Stained sheets entangled drenched bodies

Isolated from family and friends

He was nothing more than a zombie

His arms encircled my waist

I could feel his heart begin to race

He had to find pleasure in the pain

Loneliness engulfed him

She made herself his cure and his bane

He said he had baggage

I told him loving him was a privilege