I fought with all my might
I gave it my all
But I knew the battle was lost,
when the most beautiful confections
of the world seemed to be
about you.

Once again, I have fallen into that
addictive abyss called love.

And somehow, it is so very different.
No knives slice into my skin as I fall.
No bruises decorate my face as the 
wind gets louder.
And, maybe most importantly,
no doubt threatens to disembowel me
from every direction.

For this love is pure. 
It is true.
And even if it hurts,
and it has the full capacity to,
it will not attempt to wipe out 
my very existence.

For once, I am truly loved.
Not with violence,
not with jealousy,
but with kindness.

Let every kiss coerce air back into my throat,
let every embrace erase the scars that have 
marred my complexion,
Love me back to life.