Mystery Hero all by: MY imagination

Skid marks like burned rubber on concrete, you left your mark on me permanently. A constant reminder that you were once here, that you once roamed here near me. You bruised me with your words of brutality, beating me with weapons of mass destruction to my mind. You killed me with fatal intentions, cracked me like a stiff neck, stomped on my like dust on a welcome mat, you invited me in only to abuse me with your reluctance to love me because of your insecurities. Amidst all these feeling you had and mine toward you I had sympathy for you and the reasons you were like this was because of the things you lacked. The screams from your bedroom awake me, death makes its move on you in the form of pain you weep regretting your every move to the next. Then you come to me, strip me of my confidence to resemble your feelings. You constantly reinforce that you don't hate but never express the love you have for me. Like bricks falling, my tears rain like hail in the night as I kneel at your feet resembling prayer to the one who has seemingly forsaken me. Why, I never have the courage to ask, I don't know you. You are like the killer in my dreams, like the faceless thief in the night, like the person I never noticed, dark in the dark, blank you must have been to me because you, I no longer recognize. You have no name, no face in my memory, you are not present in what used to be my life. You have become a silent hero with a face no one will ever have the honor of rewarding. Mercy like a gentle touch in the morning sun or a smooth application of lotion on a baby, I am rescued from your choke hold you had entitled as love by this mystery hero many have come to know as death.