i should’ve told the cop
that stopped us at that gas station
told him you were hurting me
instead of love and dedication

an old man driving beside us saw
you put your hand around my throat
i knew i wasn’t safe anywhere
i was only your egos scapegoat

but instead of unraveling it all
the beatings and the bruises
i told the cop the old man was wrong
we only held hands on our cruises

in the beginning you would smile
tell me how much you cared about me
with a tender grip on my neck
what a surprise that you’d end up choking me

the kisses turned to yelling
and the yelling into shoving
you’d throw me on the ground
and then tell me that you loved me

you always knew what to say
this typical abuser behavior
you could and did break my nose
and id label you as my savior

off and on, on and off i took it
i didn’t tell a soul until
it went too far and i couldn’t see
my nose bled on my steering wheel

now i wonder how it’d feel
to brave up and break your ******* face  
with every automatic flinch i hate you
you should be a domestic abuse case

it’s been days, months and years
since i was your punching bag
i should’ve known from the beginning
but me “in love” missed the red flag

i hope someone beats you
five times as hard so you see
blood and bruises, unable to breathe
just like you ******* did to me