prowleraddict

I stand here naked on the side of the highway. Walking towards something I faintly remember now. My lack of memory causes me to stumble not. I walk towards you. Lights blinding me, as envisions of your arms around my naked flesh, tending to my wounds, kissing my tears. The fog in my eyes grows and minutes away from you I collapse. I can see you silhouette; yet my fallen body goes unnoticed to you. I scream for you, but you do not hear me. I give up, and lay my withered and broken body, down to breathe only a few more times. Some stranger picks me up and he roughly throws me into this truck that he pulled beside my corpse. As I?m taken back to this place I?ve never seen I begin to cry. He grins at me and I become terrified. As I look upon his face again all I can do is give up my body to this invader. I scream out your name again, but my breath is too short, labored in fact. I wonder where you are and why you haven?t saved me. Spitting in my face, my rapist returns me to the bloodied pavement, in which I was found, to die. On the side of the highway in the sunlight I lay for days until I gain strength to move. I stand in front of your door with hopelessness resounding from every part of me. I?m not even sure why I walked all the way here. I look at the same number that?s been burning in my head for days now. 1-1-2-7, 1-1-2-7, 1-1-2-7. A painful suffering originates in my stomach and quickly eats into my soul. It hurts; I can?t stand to look upon where you dwell any longer. I turn away to plot my own death. I remember you promising you would never leave me; I would have to leave you. Tearing, I count all the "I love you?s" gone by and everything I?ve told you. Walking to the steps near your door I sit down. I will wait here no matter how many times you pass me by. I will wait here until you return to these cold steps for me.