I'd look at you while I stroked
your hair and you gestured
your index finger, swirling
against my bare chest.
You would whisper the sweetest
things in my ear and I would
whisper the sweetest flaws
into yours. Including
why I loved you
But flashbacks of you and
the other man
still would
come back to haunt me
and my mind would play sinister
voices into my head,
like an old record
then the flashbacks where
when i would hit you hard
and you would try to guard
away the pain,
my brain would cascade, broken-
down nightmares of what my
father did to my mother
and I just sit there
with fear.
and in this situation
my lover was mother
and i still my father.
I'd give anything to hear
you scream at the top
of your lungs and say you
L O V E D M E ...
even if it was a lie.
