He called me a W****
But it wasn't the first time
He slapped me while he said it
That wasn't the first either

He likes to degrade me
Make me feel like nothing
So while I'm down and feeling vulnerable
He attacks

It isn't violent
nor is it mean

Just he takes my heart
That I've once again laid in his hands
He tends to it
While telling me he'll never do it again

I know better
I know he's lying
But because the thought of being alone
Is scarier than his hands alone


I make myself believe
that the cold look in his eyes
is LOVE

He called me a w****
but it wasn't the first time
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