Heated Arguments & a Cold-blooded Killer

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By Nick Hardeman

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Blind, numb, and afraid

Confused but unashamed

The power-lustful being approaches

It is never known what he wants

But he always takes something;

Dignity, happiness, most prized possessions.

He’s never happy.

He longs for what he cannot have

And what he cannot have will destroy him.

His eye twitches in peculiarity.

I have nothing left to offer.

So I just lay there, afraid

Of what he might take next.

He wants control over me,

Over everything.

His tall demeanor and stature give him power.

He wants me to do well, but only for his personal gain

The scars on his wrists are a window to his past

And his words are a door that slams shut on anyone that crosses him.

I want to love him but he makes it so hard.

So until that, I just love him from afar.