It's not a phase, just depression

He's back

He's back...
How do I know?
His face that has burned in my memories and doesn't want to come out.
I saw it,
His face,
His face that's filled with dark thoughts.
His eyes,
His lustful eyes that's  filled with regret and sadness.
His body,
His tense body that's just so fucking unresistible.
But the fears that he gives me are untrue,
The fears that could easily kill a person...
And they are slowly killing me inside,
Killing every trust I had in someone,
Killing every single drop of forgiveness that I had for him...
And most importantly,
Every single drop of love and lust I had for him...
No butterflies,
No love,
No nothing...
And all because of him.

~15.12.2017