I miss him being next to me
Especially on cold nights
His arms wrapped around me
Encompassing me in safety

Now he holds his phone
Secrets keep him warm
Playing mind games with others
But they don't have a clue

He'll tell you he loves you
But it's your back the knife is in
Your a pawn
As was i

I think he became a monster
But I long for the monster's touch
Does that make me pathetic?
Or just another victim