how can you wave your guns
my way and then
say your sorry and that
things will be ok
The buzzing of my phone
makes my heart jump
and knees weak
They call you the NPD
and I the codependent you seek
just one day, one hour or one minute
is too long
I crave and sacrifice my happiness
to hear you say you were wrong
Sorry is said conveniently
when I am asleep
and you need a number
from the phone I wiped clean
I swore I wouldn't fall
for those weightless words
then it would be round….
i lost count, it became absurd
my begging and pleading serves
to make you loathe me more
compulsively driving you away
and into the arms of a *****
Nobody sees you as a villain
Him? But he's just so loud
It gives me the shivers
evil emerges from that shroud.
For when the door is shut
your hands tighten around my neck
no one knows that broken finger
was an act of self defense