same song and dance

His arms around my throat
Making me pled for life
I stopped fight back
one two many rounds of this
I try to escape his range
Bed was my base
no longer a game
has fingers intertwined in my hair
dragging my across the cement of the basement floor
Ground burns are proof to see
I'm staring him I'm his ranging eyes trying to get through
hes growling and I'm asking, what did I do?
He finally found a break through
Freezing water
shower and if I move its longer
that I have to stand in that pose
10 minutes later
he's back making me
go outside maked freezing in the middle of the night
staying safe I don't say a word
his fire is still burning
as he says , what do I do with you
with a soft kiss on the lips
Cause his range is fueled
and war zone is in again
I try everything to keep the caring
"I'm going to massage you type"
to keep him from exploding in rage
round 2 shower time
and I'm giving him his best dance he taught
His mistress
best behavior alright
and its working
what a beautiful disease I caught
Cause its in full effect when I'm gone from him
his words and become my worst enemy
but its me in reverse mirror
my skins so thick
history could elope in this
cause its never ending
the feeling that I might die gets me high
And his ill be nice after the flight
Of the marks coming alive
I'm writing this to hope that
I can change this
I'm a solider now
so this is no red flag
opposites attract
but if I could show the picture
to know this is not alright
this cycle is broken
cause I walked away
no longer feeling the fight
but the after math of this disaster
p*ss long road ahead
the nightmares
the random replays
The healing takes a long time
your not #2
and if he/she makes you feel this way
its time to depart
cause were all #1

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