Loving you is killing me. Its destroying who I work so hard to become.
I keep telling you to treat me right, or set me free from your love.
You continue to play your game's with me. I come to see you. I make the efforts. make the drive a hour away. pay for the gas, as you waist all your cash to see how fast you can reach the bottom of the whiskey bottle.
I sit, and watch your whole demeanor change. You become a complete stranger, yet over the years you have become familiar.
You get enraged when you don't get your way, and next thing I know your hands have connected some where angrily on my body.
I'll drop to the floor, and put my head in my lap, and cry puddles of tears, as you torment me even more, and scream stop crying dumb bitch their ain't no reason for it.
You wake up, and don't remember none of it, as if it didnt happen, because you'll roll over, and kiss my lips, and say good morning my love with a smile on you face.
must be nice. wish I could flip a switch, and turn my memory off, and just be able to forget like that.
Ill go home won't hear from you all week sometimes two. then you call, and text I love you, and miss you baby. I've never felt this way. I think about you constantly. I should of married you years ago. I tell you I don't feel, as though you do, because your actions are giving me a different message than your words.
I eventually give in, because of your persistence. things will be amazing. I feel your love by your actions, and you take me to a place no drug ever could.
then you go back to the bottle, and im Left empty, and confused. feeling worthless from all the abuse I turn end up turning to a drug.
©bodacious
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