[a/n: From Rachel's point of view....idk. I don't own the dark knight, nor do I own jokachel.]
Being with him
is different than
being with Harvey.
Because I love Harvey.
He's different.
When I am with Harvey,
he's gentle.
He kisses me lightly,
and I hold onto his chin,
tracing the cleft.
When I'm with him,
his scarred mouth crashes
against mine.
He clamps his teeth on me,
making me bleed.
Being with Harvey,
is like floating in
water.
It's safe
and simple.
but
Being with him,
is like being pushed into
the water
and held down for nearly
too long
and being pulled up.
gasping for air.
Suprised that you are alive.
Scared, shocked, and sick.
But wanting to do it again.
When those hands touch me
and hollow me out
and burn me,
and make me gasp
it makes me wonder
these hands that cause so
much pleasure have caused
so much pain.
These hands
have been covered with
blood.
Not his blood.
It could be my blood.
It isn't like a one-night stand
that bit of fun
that lasts for just a bit.
You regret it
but you forget it.
This is like a drug.
You take it,
and everything is clear
and free.
Amazing.
Afterwards, you feel bad.
thinking
why did I do that?
But then you watch yourself
do it again
over.
and over.
and over.
and over
again.
I don't love him.
I never will.
The pain
the pleasure.
It melds...
it blends.
all together.
I don't really know
anymore.
God,
if Harvey knew...