The boy from 352

A burning soul fueled by the death of passion.
A shattered heart crushed by reality. 
The sweetest sounds come from the mouth of a liar.
What is it that you are doing to me?
Broken bones and promises, I was numb to the pain.
Misguided by his love, I walked into my own death.
Cut by his image, I was trapped in his essence. 
I was captivated by the gleam in his eye and the softness of his hair. 
Held captive to empty promises and threats.
Tied to what things could have been instead of what they were. 
I was helpless. 
Helplessly in love with a man who plead innocent.
Claiming innocence and oblivion to the ways in which he abused me, he dared not admit to his wrongdoings.
What is it that you want from me?
In my eyes he was hand sculpted by God.
I could see his beauty even through his ghastly behavior. 
His voice is one that will forever haunt me.
His touch has left a mark I can never wash off. 
Adrift in life, I still wish him well.
I lost every battle but now I've won the war. 
Free from his grip, I can breathe again.
Though my heart is still healing and my mind still searching for the answers I will never receive,
 I am content. 

T.W