Forget what they make
About sanitized love and delivery
Love is a war, abuse steps through
When strands get caught
Out on a limb
Your suggest new desire
And run back
To an addicted, abusive boyfriend
Youve coddled in his flaccid anger
When the broken daughter
Runs home, what does she find
Death of old things and control
Cold nights twisted around thumbs
I know you step without walking
Is that what you wanted?
When you strangled my hand
To show where abuse would land?
And give me the gift of caring?
He's discovered your limbs
And knows what youve been apart of
Wretched in jealousy
We all have to care sometimes
About the fate of ourselves
Regardless of words and promises