Your hands around my throat as you tell me you love me Choking me slowly as I'm gasping for your air
You promise you care as your hand is in hers You tell me not to cry but youre the cause of my tears.
You say you’ll wait on me as you leave everything I say in the wind You say you’ll stay but you ignore me for days
Why do you let your actions contradict your words?
Id there some sick pleasure for you?
As you have me pinned against a wall screaming that you love me With your hands around my throat you’re choking me slowly leaving me trapped as I gasp for air
I am your game I see that…
**Maybe it’s time for me to win
Sadness is my game; poetry is how I play. (No actual abuse happened here; it is all in a metaphorical sense)