His intentions

Words ran through my head as I tried to listen to what he was saying.

Every word; a different meaning, but each word was formed from the same intentions.

There was plenty time to cut him off and tell him that this wasn't what I wanted but I didn't.

He kept speaking. Putting the knife back in my already gushing womb.

Time wasted only to be told I'm not good enough.

He was all I thought of and all I cared about.

I gave him the key to my heart and he lost it. Now I'm a treasure box full of gold concealed to the world only to never be opened again.