He told me he was once a monster, on the prowl for his next hunt. He blamed it on his mother saying he mustered up the guts,
to remove himself from his imposter,
and go after what he wants.
He told me he had a thing for me.
That I made him forget about his past.
That he would never place the blame on me, and that I was all he had.
He shared with me this place, that was dark and full of pain and told me I was his sunshine when all he'd seen was rain
I felt for him and his victory of overcoming his childhood trauma.
I had much respect for him even for his Mama.
I never overstepped my bounds. I just left the book open and the pen next to the pad, and all his crying notes I kept them in my bag....