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My mother always warned me to stay away from strange men
I look back
At the way it was when him and I started
The way it was before
I remember the good feelings and good times
I remember the way he called me EVERY night
Just to see how I was doing
He found me to be rather interesting,
once
Looking back on the before
is my escape from the now
Given his current;
lackofcommunication
and
lackofinterest
in me
The lackofcompassion is what cuts me
the deepest
I let him inside my body
And he somehow managed his way
inside my skull
