I try to talk yo you.
But you don’t listen.
We just end up fighting.
Yelling and screaming,
like someone can possibly win.
I try to break free of this.
I try to get away.
Away from you.
Away from the pain you cause.
I can’t.
I try to do it.
But then you look into my eyes.
And you hold me.
You tell me your sorry.
And I don’t want to leave.
So I don’t.
But then you change.
You become that same person.
You transform.
We start yelling.
And then I leave.
And when I do.
I cry.
I want to leave.
But I cant.
You have control.