In the confines of our bedroom,
he was sweet.
Never did he lay a hand on me unless it was
to hold me.
Love was a word uttered so quietly in the early
morning and late night,
and he meant it everytime.
I had never seen such a kind hearted being in
all my life.
I couldn't imagine how different he was
when we were apart.
He held me tenderly and rocked me to sleep in
our bed but
I had only lived in our little world,
dancing around the kitchen with him and
listening to him read to me.
But when I saw his true nature
I could not look away.
As if his eyes leaked blood,
His face is almost entirely covered
from his own wounds and the blood of others.
I should be scared.
I should be absolutely terrified,
But all I see are his eyes staring into my soul,
asking me to love him despite it all,
And I say yes.
