Clad in dark

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by yanideva--

by yanideva--

I see her clad in the dark,
Knowing she's real is intimidating.
But, she also stands as if she's my only salvation.

I'm not strong,
I never was.

I was once a little girl who wanted some attention.
I was once a teenager who wanted some warmth in her life.
I was once a daughter who was overly protected.
I was once a sister who was looked after with care.

Now,
I have lost them all
I have lost the love
I have lost the trust
I have lost my respect
I am being blamed.
I am being shown a finger at.
I am no longer feeling any warmth.
All i feel is coldness and betrayal.

He decided to save his skin by slaying mine.
I will wait for the night to come so that I can meet her

Tonight,
will be the night I pray will be the first and last time I meet her.
I hope she takes me with her.
I hope I am brave enough to meet her.
I want to be strong enough to face her and go off with her,
For all I know, I don't want a tomorrow anymore.

December 6.23