The way he touched me, made me shiver.

His eyes were bright blue like a river.

His hands were large with a dirt covered hue.

I love you he said, over and over like these were the only words he knew.

I loved him hard he’s the one I was sure.

Our love it felt pure, I was sick and he was my cure.

Let me hold you he said, as he drank away his liver.

He was a taker and I was a giver.

His eyes got darker as time passed by, more like the sky when a storm is nearby.

His hands turned from soil to turmoil.

I hate you he hissed as hands became fist.

I loved him, I thought. I couldn’t resist, desperate for one little kiss.

He held me and missed. He held me so hard I thought I’d cease to exist.

The way he touched me, made me shiver.