There's only so much you can do till you know whats going to happen.
But before you know the top has popped.
Your screaming things that you know you'll forget.
You want to take them back but its to late, what said is said.
You get your clothes on you want to walk away.
He wont let you out the door.
You try to walk away.
He grabs your arm.
You shake him off.
"Please." He begs.
You don't want to look at him.
He turns your body, you forced to look.
In his eyes you can tell his truly sorry.
Nothing needs to be said.
He pulls you into his arms.
You never want to fight again