Unhealthy cycle of love and hurt
By trevor_mossop
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Death defying antics of a madman in disguise,
His hopes and dreams are shattered, you can see it in his eyes.
Tender hooks and egg shells creeping passed his door,
Wary of the outcome of the rage he has in store.
Fall upon the blades of grass,
Dashed in spots with broken glass.
Slash your wrists and graze your fist,
Your name etched upon his latest list.
Dare you move, or even falter,
Since he held you by the altar.
But since you think this must never end,
Your tortured mind goes round the bend.
You shed yourself a little tear,
For the love once had and held so dear,
Yet surely now, has gone forever,
But leave you can't, not now, not ever.
A child in tow, who's love out reaches,
From bounding hills, to local beaches.
A child who's smile will forever endure,
Beyond this forlorn hate, she is still pure.
The one pure thing to make you sane,
You hope she'll make him love again.
So try again, again once more,
Until he opens up his door.
Then beats you senseless, one last time,
You tell your friends, who stand in line.
To smash his face in, break his teeth,
Rip his balls from down beneath.
With broken ribs and busted lung,
His own troubles, now just begun.
His irritations, insignificant,
Your life renewed, so magnificent.
Then when he's drinking through a straw,
He knows you've dealt the final blow.
That's when the truth, it hit's him so,
Now you have got the strength, to go.
You grab your clothes, your daughters toys,
The games and films that she enjoys.
You're desperate now to just escape,
He feels that you're committing rape.
His tears they flow, this time for real,
He doesn't need to voice appeal.
Your heart it melts, could this be true,
Is it now time, for our love renew.
Could it be, just one last chance,
Heal his wounds, make him dance.
Maybe things won't be as bad,
Both in love, and neither sad.
Hold fast those thoughts your friends all say,
His fists will pound on you again some day.
And though he loves you as his wife,
He might yet still, just take your life.
Your heart is crushed, your soul destroyed,
You know that he'll be twice annoyed.
You're torn between the love and hurt of old,
Will you allow this cycle, will your heart go cold.
A numbness overwhelms you now,
You have to choose your path somehow.
Stay,
Go,
Stay,
Go,
Stay,
Go,
Stay...
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