He's barely holding on to control. Life is spinning away from him, leaving him with nothing but me to keep him grounded. He's scared, frustrated, angry and my body takes the brunt force of it. I crave it now. He's ruined me for anyone else. If he walks away from me, I don’t know how I’ll survive. Soft touches and sweet kisses are a foreign concept to me now. I wouldn't know how to react to them and I don’t want them. I want him in his possessive, hard, demanding way.
