His eyes are

Warm

His touch is

Inviting

And I fall for it.

I fall for him.

His mouth speaks strings of

Beautiful words

Calming words

Distracting words

So I can’t see

What he really is.

The warmth of his eyes

Turns to

Demonic flame

It’s not true

Cannot be true

So I avert my eyes

And pretend not to see.

His fingertips trace

Frightening outlines

And I look away

And pretend not to see

He’s dangerous,

Or so they say.

But I can’t see it.

I am not looking.

There is a cool

Dull pain

Stretching across my skin

Stretched too thin

As his knife slowly

Drags across

Ignore the blood

Ignore him.

I am not looking.

If I can’t see it

It’s not there.

You grab my hand

And wrench me away

And for the first time

I see the destruction

Of my tattered soul

I see the stains

Of my own blindness

You rage

You curse

You destroy

You run

And I cry

And I cry

And I cry

And as I lie

In rips and shreds

I remember

When your eyes were

Warm