Ode to Alex - Fear of Abusive Relationships

Funny that he goes by love, because he has none His long hair is a whip I pull His face changes as I slowly slip away His mind freaks as I tell his story. He is narcissist himself Running through the woods in bare feet Catching anything that comes his way But not me I am faster Stronger, than he could ever imagine When you see love, you might be caught. Not me, learning my consequence When the claws come out to catch whatever is in the way I will move and dodge, learning not to be caught from his viscous hands. Can this be true? The hands that come out to grab you I know it is Test your luck if you will For his hands will grip you and use you for his might Can love simply be taught? No, not from a standpoint of time Let love catch you, for I will not be caught.