No ones coming for me.
I am alone.
Nobody cares.
I will give myself to the night.
Hope is gone.
I am worthless.
..Why do you answer?
Why do you come when I call?
I am cruel and violent to you,
sometimes.
Spiteful.
I go to hit you, you grab my hand.
I fear you.
You could crush my hand,
I feel that violent strength in your hands... But you don’t.
You look at me, with those dark eyes.
I would hurt people... if I was you.
..I would want to.
Somehow,
That your always so contained.
Always restrained.
..Makes me frightened,
What would happen if you lost it?
I’ve heard story’s... Seen things.
I call you, drunk, lost,
Alone, hurt..
You said.. let go of her.. and walk away.
They laughed.. I was scared.
You said, fine.
I saw you bite his face, kicking and stamping on some people. I don’t know who pulled out a knife.
But you got.. angry.
Afterwards. So calm like it was nothing,
not bragging or shouting. Quiet and gentle.
You just said,
you’ll be alright in the morning, sweetheart.
..I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t answer.
They we’re.. going to hurt me.
I still don’t understand how you found me.
I don’t know if your a devil,
Or an angel. I don’t think your either.
.. I think somewhere inside of you,
Is an animal.
That should be left alone.
Sometimes, on a good day.
I think we are the same.