Bipolar beast

His hand brushes my skin

A shiver goes down my spine

A smile crosses both our lips

As we seem to conect

Little by little

I begin to remember

The pain and the fear

That come in being so close to him

His touch may be light now

But get him mad and see how he reacts

His hand is swift and his words are like ice

I can't believe I stick around

Why would I do such a thing?

Then I look into those eyes

Those amber eyes

And remember

I can't

He wouldn't allow it

His little pet to break free

The second the rope snaps

He slaps on a chain

How should I do this?

What will be my escape?

I turn my head

And he doesn't like that too much

His hand snaps it back

And you can hear the crack it makes

I whimper and his voice raises

I flinch as the moment is gone

This bipolar beast

has to keep his pet in order

Or he just might

Make sure she cant disobey

He just might

Put her down for good.

Author's Note

-sighs- The definition of my ex.

Reviews

[TJ]

I'm my Kris! What intense emotion in this poem! It's such a tragic and heartbreaking situation and I applaud you or being able to out something so personal on paper for everyone to see. Beautiful and touching piece!

[London]

intense emotions here, nice!

[WordNerd]

This poem is AWESOME, great read.

[shadow night]

you know with you note and your pic it looks real creepy like thats what that character is doing lol. i like it its cool. i liked the poem it was good. nice job.