You told me I was safe.
But when I reached for you, you cut me.
You were to be my peace.
But you started a war I never intended to wage.
We both had demons.
But even though I prayed against yours, you succumbed to their lies.
You told me daily that I need not be perfect.
But the you mocked even my minor mistakes.
I was yours. Completely. Faithfully.
“It’s easier this time.”