He chooses his words wisely
We call it the honeymoon
You call it love
He pushes you around
We call it abuse
You call it 'I was in the way'
He punches you
We still call it abuse
You call it 'It was only that one time'
He apologizes with flowers and 'tears'
We call that the cycle
You call it forgiveness
He hits you, worse this time
We call it abuse, Still
You call it 'It will stop'
He stabs you, repeatedly
WE call it domestic homicide
You call it...
You can't now.. you are no longer breathing
He stole from you, your worth
Your love
Your everything
He left you lifeless on the floor,
We held on for you, we tried to pull you away
You continued to return,
A syndrome we said..
He lives on
Finds a new victim
You watch above
wishing if only you had spoken up.
K.E.C.
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