I am no longer afraid of horror stories
What I am afraid of, is the boy who loves me
Now trapped in the monster of a man he has become
Soft touches in the night
Became breaking blows
Breaking both my body and spirit
He lays his hands with passion
Or so he says
Love and anger - both on the two sides of a coin
I show my love through anger he screams
As another blow falls
And I nod in submission
Because I love the boy trapped within
His...