as his warm hands drifted down my chilled arm, i found myself questioning his intentions. i had his love once, and i pledged that i would never have it again. but his hand seemed to have other plans. it drifted from my arm to my shoulder. i shuttered in confusion, and i pushed him softly away. but his touch only grew harder, and soon, the more i pushed the rougher he became. it wasn't that i didn't want to be with him, but i couldn't. people warned me of who he was, and who he could become if he was rejected. i never listened, i didn't understand. i was innoscent, but now i wake every morning and see a glimmer in the lovely early sunlight, the glimmer of the wedding band of hate, and mistrust. i loved him once, and never thought i would again, but now i wake everyday with him next to me, loving me like he used to. but i'll never be safe from his kind of love.