Sins and Scars

I am not a good man. I tried to stay away, but every time I pushed her away, she fell harder. I took away her innocence and I don't regret a damn thing. She owns me. Mind. Body. Soul. I never wanted to lose her, but I did. I'm a monster and she knows it. She's seen the darkness in me and she ran as far as she could. I had plans to bring her back, but I saw the happiness written on her face. When threats surface, I bring her home where she belongs, kicking and screaming. The sins I've committed leave scars on her body and soul. She hates me for what I've done and I don't blame her. I've killed for her and I will kill again if need be. The only thought that I fear is losing her forever. Losing her forever will be my downfall. Losing her temporarily drove me to the edge. I won't let her go without a fight. She's the light and I'm the dark. I'm the sins and she's the scars. I've ruined her. I love her. I would rather fall on my own knife than lose my only saving grace.