Things had been set in motion,
In his body, mind, heart...
Like white blood corpuscles,
They were secreted,
To shield him from further pain...
He saw her,
He saw she would do it to him again,
And again, she wouldn't know what she was doing,
He'd be helpless to stop her,
She'd hurt, plunder and maim him again,
And then she would say sorry.
He would forgive,
He really would,
But his heart was like that,
Scars wouldn't heal there,
They would stay and fester,
And grow like a tumor, malignant, spreading across his soul,
Eating away into him,
And this time, when it happened, he wouldn't survive.
He watched her step out,
He felt his body turn cold,
He felt tears choke in his throat,
And somewhere deep within his soul,
He heard that familiar voice:
["She will do it to you again,
she will do it to you again."]
And then he looked at her,
Like an angel she stood,
His dearest, his goddess, his angel,
Her silky hair lit by the streetlight,
Her innocent smile radiating from her eyes,
Her emotion choked voice, earnest, honest,
"Bye my love. Sorry, I promise it won't happen again."
He kept looking at her,
The voice within, kept haunting him,
He blinked, she blinked too.
He wondered if this time, she will give him time to blink,
Before she stabs it into him deep.
