Your kiss leaves a bitter taiste on me
Your hand leaves a purple marks on my arms
I know if I leave I won’t make
That’s atleast what you’ve told me
When people ask were the blood from my lip came
I’ll say I slipped
And that is no lie
I slipped on all of you
Your words that drag me
Your drunk kisses
You yanking me around
Saying you will forgive me after u didn’t leave spot of me untouched
I tripped over my agony with you
And I wish I could leave but the chains of your so called “love” there not turn ons anymore
There cutting into my skin
There leaving your scars

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Robert L. Martin
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If you can get away from him, please do. You deserve much than him. I know it's hard to, but try it anyway.

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