Him

His presence still lingers on me.
I feel his touch, smell his scent.
He is the fear that destroys me,
he is the one restricting me from who I am.

His presence still lingers on me.
I cannot trust a soul.
Relationships are no more.
The sense of who I was barely exists.

His presence still lingers on me.
He probably does not even think of the day,
but I am defined by his actions.
What he did will never be erased from my history.
One day I will be strong, one day I will live.

His presence still lingers on me.
It weighs me down.