Someone

Rooted into my soul,

he was vital, he oppressed

Potent love,

a bold kind.

Violent

His tongue barbaric

Puissant hand in hand

But he needed me.

I needed him—

I was afraid to say.

He held me.

He told me,

he’d keep me safe.

Shielding my power with his power

He was my someone

He was someone

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