Power

I glance back

Again

I can't stop

Your eyes met mine

Like always

Dark

Mocking

Angry

Hastily I turn

Thefamiliar ache

Threatening to overwhelm

I don't understand you

You nuzzle into him

Watching me

Knowing full well what you're doing

And I hate you for it

Hate me for feeling.

Perhaps this time

I won't come back

But your eyes beg to differ

Your hands rest on the seat

Careless

Casual

I can see the shadow of my heart

Staining your fingers

Written after waking up from a terribly realistic dream that drummed reality back into my head, killing hope.