He made me feel alive by looking at me
He made me feel sick when he looked away
But he would always come back and my heart would burst to sunshine
But always remember, that black night with the open door
When he kissed me I burned and when he whipped me I woke
And when he left me
I was alone with the quiet and the open doorway bleeding light into the night
In a time before I knew that I was alone
And that all my futures were empty
But there he stood,
Again
Holding my gaze and beating the pain from my bones and replacing them with fire
Until I could take no more
And collapsed against his chest and begged him to Stay
Stay with me and don’t walk away
The quickest way to leave is to want more than they give
This lesson I learned again and again but I cannot be so callous
And I made a habit of lifting them up and granting strength until I had nothing left to give
A spent thing watching them walk away, healed and better. While I break a bit more, a bit further, always hoping
And always left with nothing but a open door, spilling light,

This is a beautiful poem with a wonderfully powerful mix of vivid imagery and sensation paired with this sort of passionate yet tragic connection. A wonderful read. Thank you for writing.
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