With your hand around my throat

You declare your love for me

With a flame held to my eye

You tell me you would rather see me die

 

It will be your hand that takes my life

Rather than see me with another man

Your love for me drives you mad

And so I must travel

To the edge of madness with you

And never show that

It makes me sad

 

I drive you to distraction

Make you do things you can’t control

If only I weren’t so pretty

You wouldn’t need to wield the knife

I wouldn’t need to pay my dues

 

You wish I didn’t use big words

Demand that I should burn my books

Why don’t I look the other way

When horny men admire my looks?

 

You’re sorry now

It’s in your tears

So pitiful

Your pain is clear

 

Roses and French toast

Country walks

The perfect host

Love bombing

That’s what hurts the most

 

Tenter hooks and telling looks

Such romances are rarely told

Only by the brave

And bold

 

I said I do

Death do us part

But then you tried 

To stop my heart

You choked the love straight out of me

So I had to break my vows

 

I took our child

Into the rain

Felt the life that you had drained

Held my head in shame

As they called my name

"Number 29

Please come forward

You have reached the end of the line."

 

"Yes, I do have a husband. "

"No, I can’t go home."

"Well no, he never really hit me."

"Well … he kinda put his hands round my throat and threatened to kill me."

"Oh, and there was the time he threw me down the stairs. "

"Erm, how long?"

"I don’t really know. "

"Can I go now? I have to feed my baby."

 

Tenter hooks and telling looks

And that is why I read more books. 

C.K.23