I've grown accustomed to his hand on my throat
The wool pierced in my eyes
His voice gravelly and cold
I've grown accustomed to his rough hands tugging my heart
Telling me I'm not to leave
Never to leave him
I've grown accustomed to his demands
The order of his desires
His lips forced to mine
I've grown accustomed to his harsh stare asking me to love him
His words all lies
Backed up by an aggressive demeanor
I've grown accustomed to hardship
Of a toxic love
If you could call it love

It's all I know