Violence
He says he doesn't love her
He loves me
He loves me
She tries to reassure herself
Like if she says it over and over he'll finally learn to love her
It's like a mantra in her head
Love will bring tears to your eyes
He hits her daily
Her body is a story untold
His fist did the talking
She fell deeper with every apology he fed her
And with every 'I love you's' he uttered
He promised her he'll become better for her
Tears fell from his artful eye of care
She did everything for him
Fed him with love when he starved
With lust whenever he desired
Tended to His bruised ego when it hurt
Love so deep she suffocated
You will die today her heart said to her
As he striked with the final blow
Smite her with his hands of death
Tee.
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