Abuse

I remembering staring

At him and thinking

How lovely his eyes

Captured the sun like

Beautiful hot pools

Of honey while his

Body contained the

sun's radiating warmth.

He was just like the sun.

Dangerously beautiful.

I should've listened to my parents

And never played with fire.

But the closer I got to his flames,

The more I wanted to stay. I

Thought he was keeping me warm,

But he was only killing me from

The inside out. He never cared about

Anyone, but himself.