It.

I was broken.
Bruised.
Busted.
No hope left.

Its eyes,
friendly.
Its smile,
welcoming.

Teeth?
Carnivorous.

We danced,
hand in hand.
A dance of
laughter,
rage,
pity,
nothing.

It sucked me dry.
Pain?
None.
Pleasure?
Ditto.

Empty.
Stolen.
Forever,
me.