violence in your eyes…
gets to me every time.
when you convince me this is love again.
extremes and intensity in
the moments i remember when…
you were playing the “good” guy in my life.
it kills me knowing what you did to us and to your own wife.
i couldn’t walk away then, no i couldn’t escape.
chained in emotional blackmail and invisible tape.
control and fear was your play.
i wished back then… i could have run away.
but we can’t change the past.
the good times…i fought so hard to make them forever last.
but your kind of love kills.
was in middle school, when my hand held a bottle of pills.
the memories of pain leave me with panic still…
all i can do is let you go…
even when loving you was all i thought i could ever know.
real love is waiting for me…
and for the first time i fly away free.