Dark Past

My lovely dear,
it's cold outside.
You shiver with fright,
the sun has gone to sleep for the night.
Your lighter lights up the earth,
and smoke of the past fills our heads.
Surrounded by knives,
broken bottles,
and albums covered in blood.
To be truthful,
you had tear stains on your eyes.
I wipe them away,
tell you it doesn't matter,
what you used to do.
I don't care,
as long as you are okay now.
The dark past can't affect the way
your body falls into mine,
the way you fall asleep,
or the way you look me in the eyes,
and say "I love you."