Velvet Violent

He spoke in hush, not screams or sound,
Yet fear learned how to curl around.
His hands were warm, his touch was kind,
That's how he conquered my heart and mind.
Love wore silk and called it fate,
Slipped through doors I left unlocked too late.
His promises fell sweet and slow,
Like poisoned wine I chose to know.
He kissed me like I was his cure,
Held me close, possessive, sure.
He didn't break me all at once,
He taught my soul to love the hurt.
No scars to trace, no blood to see,
Just quiet loss inside of me.
He made control feel safe, divine,
And named his hunger valentine.
I stayed because the dark felt known,
Because his shadow felt like home.
They warned me love should feel like peace,
But chaos dressed in velvet speaks.