Abusive

Texting sweet nothings and whispering in your ear,
The spirit of abuse lingers in your hair.
Holding your hand and luring you towards her,
Relaxing your body like a professional seducer.

Slapping your arm like she heard a funny joke,
Tickling your neck until you finally choke.
Grabbing your hand with the force of love,
Bruising your ego as if your body wasn’t enough.

Wishing you the best with your next hard test,
She gives you luck in scars, scabs and the rest.
Water spills down as when you make a mistake,
More than your clothes are burned at the stake.

New year, new her, kinder and softer,
Twisting you around her tiny little finger.
Kissing your face, never been sweeter,
Grabbing your legs, pulling you underneath her.

Up and down the rollercoaster you go,
Clinging along for the ride although
You know you must leave her.

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