Another one of his possessive tirades.
His distrust for me displayed.
Revolting words bypass the lock on the door,
Where I lay sobbing on the bathroom floor.
Murmuring that emotional offenses are a form of abuse.
Pleading with him to let me cut him loose.
Exhausted with empty promises of change.
His actions have me seeking to estrange.
He'll call me and stalk me and beg me to forgive.
It's too late, these nights I never want to relive.