'This Is Love'...?

I look through her window as she sleeps,
as she sleeps so soundlessly,
so worry free
her face relaxed
her fingers flacid
her hair sprayed over her pillows,
her perfect mouth slightly slack

her chest,
rises and falls with each breath,
making her look,
oh so delightful,
she’s beautiful

Her blankets tangled her,
her pillow comforts her,
closing her in,
warmth inside, safety
She looks so harmless and innocent

I want her to be safe
to feel no pain
to live through bliss
to never have to feel like this;
to crave
to want
to desire so bad,
so bad it hurts.

When all you can do is watch them sleep,
in peace
as your outside,
ever so restless
wishing
wanting
waiting
hoping deep down they may stir and glipse you
so they know youre there
protecting
overlooking

Some may say you’re crazy
but no
this is love, you think
as you unsheathe a blade
as you bind her hands
as she stirs in her sleep
disturbing her peace
screaming muffled by the duck tape
her fighting back prevented from the restraints
this is love,
this is love…
you whisper to her as she cries silently

You raped her
made her defenseless
stripped her of who she is
but you think it’s okay because ‘this is love’

If you loved her
you would’ve felt her pain
You would of heard her cries
you would’ve let her go,
Let her Go

But no,
she lies there whimpering
bloody
shivering
She’s still processing what happened
still feeling what happened
‘this is love’
‘this is love…?’