I’m stuck to his side, like glue
He keeps gripping my hand tighter
Trying to hold on for dear life
I’m trapped in his grip
‘They’re attached by the hip’
No, I’m just stuck. Limp.
I’m stuck, a hand groping my neck
Pulling my hair tighter,
Twisting it into knots on a rope
He’s going to kill me right here and now
‘They’re constantly touching, they’re so attached’
No I’m just trapped. Fuck.
I’m stuck in a chokehold, no way to leave
He’s got everything from me, my clothes, money, my DNA
‘Their kids are so cute, so attached to their mum’
Shame she won’t be around much longer.
He doesn’t get to control me
No, I can’t leave them. Shit.
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Author:
Daisie-Lyn Fuller (
Offline) - Published: April 10th, 2023 21:34
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
This is quite an accurate look most failed relationships.They are disasters
I agree! I wrote it from the perspective of my last relationship, he was a proper asswipe!
Hi DLF, good write! A difficult subject , painful. Well done.
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