Wounded

I'm gracefully floating into your open arms.
Wondering how i got here.
You tell me you want to hold me tight.
You want to rock me back and forth;
and whisper in my ear.
Your telling me how beautiful i am.
I'm forgetting my past.
You tell me you want to kiss me.
You really want me, when nobody else does.
You want to fill me with passion.
I'm aching, yearning.
The pain is breaking me.
Your telling me it will all disappear.
You and your malignant ways.
I'm giving up my wounded heart.
Your telling me everything is going to be okay.
Is it really?
My tortured heart is killing me.
My weakened soul is dying.
I want to leave, to disappear into his arms.
But instead I'm here.
Each word dies on the tips of my fingers.
Your telling me how much you love me.
Absorbing the pain.
It seems so right.
How could it possibly be wrong?
Why am i here...
Laying wounded in your arms?