"I do this because I love you."
He says this
but his face is as cold as ice,
as hard as granite.
It starts off with a raised voice,
eyes that glare at you widely but
narrow in distaste,
It boils down to angry yells,
and harsh words that prick at your skin,
they make you bleed but you barely notice it,
too busy staring at the fist that's flying towards your face,
landing straight against your temple,
and for a second the world spins,
blurring into iridescence
and three silhouettes that shroud you
in the shadows that threaten to keep you
His face crumples now,
softening against the edges,
as he cradles you
stifling sobs that threaten to break through
the world is still spinning,
and you can hear the weeping,
but it is not for you,
never for you,
it is for him.
always for him.
