There are 

people who will

always come back for you, 

and it doesn’t matter 

how deep you bury their souls.

in the middle of the night 

they will come for you, 

floodlights on and the

barriers smashed to pieces.

and you’ll scream, 

and shout, 

and yell for them to 

leave you alone,

but they won’t.

And you’ll curl up 

into a ball on your bedroom floor, 

hands covering your ears, 

and pray

they won’t break you again.