A poem about a woman’s letter to her lover who is lost to his worser self and her hope for his return.

Two halves to every story, to sides to every curse,
The hatred or the lies of love, I fear for which is worse.

Held in his arms but locked inside your heart
When I hold my breath you don’t feel so far
In the blink of a heartbeat I hear your voice
Waiting for the moment when it becomes my choice

The cold hands coiled around my own
Could never be warm, or make me feel home
It’s your eyes I want to live in

 It’s his arms that hold me tight
It’s your love I want to thrive in
Won’t you hold me close tonight.

I’m seeking your approval and I wish upon a breath
I’m hearing his verdict, I know I’ve got nothing left
In that moment I can feel you, sense the lightening in my chest
Imagining your arms are his, I’m at one and I can rest.

The cold hands coiled around my own
Could never have held me and taken me home
It’s your smile that I return to
It’s his arms that hold me here
It’s your comfort that I’m craving
Won’t you take away my tears.

Your eyes, his spite, my fear, they soon become one
Where is my heart taking me, where am I to run,
The voice I hear is softening, the curses splintered glass
The voice is yours I’m hearing, I’m strong on your behalf.
I look into his eyes and there’s a flicker of fire
I blink and then they’re cold again, your lost to his desire.

Two halves to every story, to sides to every curse,
The hatred or the lies of love, I fear for which is worse.

I hold on to the thought you’ll return to me, and turn those eyes away
I hope for the love that will fix you and return you from him,
…One day.

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