I hurt her.

Buried her deep under fear

I told her I loved her

Made her believe my words were sincere

Made sure I got to seek deep within her

Knew that what she longed for was a healer.

And I became him

It was worse when I’d had a beer

The feelings would get crazier.

Flashbacks of my father beating Her,

Felt like I finally overpowered him.

At night I held her in my arms,

And I kissed her as she silently cried

I promised us that I’d never cause her harm

Yet, I continued to pull her apart

He caused it, my wretched heart,

And She let Him kill Her inside

Not knowing in me, it left a scar,

I lived my whole life trying to hide

Because I was slowly,

becoming,

Him.

And I am.

I could’ve been a better man.

I could’ve chosen a better path.

From my calling, I could’ve run.

Because when He did it, Her pain was felt.

And now the mirror shows me him.

I see my mother in her bruised eyes.

I chose to become the marking point of a cycle’s restart.

Now I’m living my life regretfully, till I die behind bars.