You look my way and you suppose,
there’s no brain behind my bloodied nose,
you’ve told me time and time again,
how I’ll end up dead if I don’t leave him,
but round and round the tragedy goes,
nursed better, then battered and beaten;
I just can’t seem to stand on my own,
but I know that I should be long gone,
you’ve pointed out repeatedly,
how he will do it again eventually,
and you’re predictions are dead on,
but he won’t agree to let me leave;
not before he steals away from me,
the fading smile I still wear in my sleep,
he can’t lose control that way,
he’ll see me dead if I won’t stay,
he’ll follow my feet wherever they go,
convince people to betray what they know,
he will track me and demand parlay,
then keep me locked up for weeks in a row;
is there actually no hope for escape?
from underneath this deadly weight,
his grip only tightens when I try to move,
once again, I’m sporting his custom tattoos,
that his hatred never lets begin to fade,
I’ve been re-colored black and blue.
❤️➰
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Bravo. Love this.
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Thank you kind sir
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❤ ❤ ❤
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