When lust burns over.

I know I can not love him,

I feel that it is wrong,

But if I didn't choose a path he

told me he'd be gone.

He reminded me of how we met,

the lust that had burned within his eyes,

and the promises he swore that turned into lies.

The way he would touch me and whisper my name,

to me it was love, but to him was a game.

So many nights would I toss and turn

as the tears rolled down and made my heart

burn.

He wasn't there, he didn't care,

he was only there for the physical

part.

But I shoved the thoughts away,

they were just memories,

just moving pictures engraved deep

into my brain.

I was now strong enough to tell him no

so I pushed him aside and watched the

hatred grow.

He didn't bother running, he didn't bother

yelling,

I could tell though, that the lust kept

on burning.

I know I can not love him,

I feel that it is wrong,

So I'm finally going to take control and

tell myself to move on.