you struck fire in my eyes, but cold in my heart
you changed my life for the worse but
still I cry and yearn for your rough touch
I miss your harsh words and cold demeanour
I miss the way you used to say "I don't love you anymore"
I miss you making me cry from
your overbearing presence in my life
because its better than sobbing over your absence.
I miss the rare smile that lit up my life
but I also miss the weeks of darkness
I don't know why I can't change
I don't know why I tell other women
that they are too good for men like this
but find myself crawling back to the same ones
I am weak and not brave,
my soul is crumbling and small
and with my last flicker of hope faded,
i fall.
