… I can’t tell you what it really is. I can only tell you what it feels like, and right now it’s a steel knife in my windpipe.
I can’t breathe but I still fight while I can fight, as long as the wrong feels right, it’s like I’m in flight.
High off of love, drunk from my hate, it’s like I’m huffing paint, and I love it.
The more I suffer, I suffocate, and right before I’m about to drown, she resuscitates me, she fucking hates me, and I love it.
On the surface it’s just verse after verse of a love-hate relationship, but beneath the veil it’s really a raw, sinister, possessive, obsession of love.
Do you get fueled up when his cold words ring through your ears?
Don’t your heart weep when her frail voice reeks of blind compassion?
Domestic violence, in any form is extremely condemnable, and it’s a disgusting act but it’s one that sub-conciously gets played out by anyone, and you’re simply full of denial and ignorance if you say you’re never guilty of it.
Admit it, your heart has secretly wished it so before, or you’ve mistimedly witnessed it before, even if it’s so much as a displeasing glare over a discussion.
Violence, is perceptive right?
But seriously if you’ve never really seen domestic violence, then it’s either you’re blind, or you’re probably a piece of aimlessly drifting log.
You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you’re with ’em.
You meet and neither one of you even know what hit ’em.
Got that warm fuzzy feeling. Yeah, them those chills you used to get ’em
Ever fortunate enough to have felt that warm fuzzy feeling, or perhaps unfortunate enough that it turned cold and crushes you, like knives stabbing incessantly?
Like when you work to try and make things right, only to find your efforts thwarted and you’re made to wait, and later finding out that you were never really one of the priorities in life?
Like when you’re so close, yet you’re made to feel so distant, or worse that they’re spending time with someone else?
And then your heart starts with all these questions and your mind races everywhere.
And the moment you meet, it all goes away as if nothing in the world really ever matters anymore.
Then the air is squeezed out of you as your heart desires to get closer and suddenly time skips beating normally and rushes through.
Then it comes for goodbye, and it feels cold once again.
Come inside, pick up your bags from the sidewalk. Don’t you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?
I told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball, next time I’m pissed, I’ll aim my fist at the drywall.
Next time, there won’t be no next time, and I apologize even though I know its lies.
I’m tired of the games I just want her back.
Then you wonder if you should stay or leave, because it’s getting harder for you to stay especially after you’ve committed yourself and it’s one way.
Still you decide to stay, but then they decide it’s easier to pack up and see what life brings.
And then you decide that some things can’t remain the way they are and you disintegrate.
So you choose to burn away your memories, bridges, thoughts and everything because when it’s ash, it’s easier to sweep em under the rug.
Still it doesn’t go away that easily, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn.
That’s okay because I like the way it hurts.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry.
That’s okay because I love the way you lie.
Love the way you lie – Eminem, Ft Rihanna. — & I love this song to bits.
The regret, the anger, the remorse, the satisfaction, the obsession, the hatred, the acquittal, the love, the joy, the sadness, the vindication, the mesmerization, the possession, the vileness, the sorrow, the forgiveness, the fights, the tension, the forcefullness, the blindness, and all the emotional trip that goes along with it..
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