Anon loves me, he loves, love...
Love is painful and I’m not even sure if anyone can call it real love if there is no pain involved.
When he leaves me in the morning, gone to work and leave me all alone in our apartment, I feel a pain, like someone slowly ripping my heart out, I can barely stay lucid, but for Anon I will endure.
He helps me be a better person, a person worthy of love and he told me I would have to trust him, with all my heart, no matter how much it hurts.
I love him even when he comes home drunk and looks at me with disdain
W…Welcome home Anon, I made dinner for us, I didn’t want to start without you, so I waited for you to come home.
I love him even when he does not even answer me, just point toward our bedroom
He makes me feel safe, he makes me forget about the past, he even forgives my mistakes
Forgiveness that I earned, every day, every night, he makes me earn his forgiveness
I belong to him, he knows better so I don’t argue, I just nod and follows his lead
On good nights he uses his belt, I’m grateful for those nights, I’m grateful Anon loves a flawed woman like myself.
The pain makes me feel alive and anchored in the moment, unable to recall the horrors that I saw, the horrors I did
I cannot imagine a life without Anon, Anon completes me and I belong to him.