You are the abused or abusive?
You let him rock your world or let him be the rock under your path?
He showed up with his shining armor
He slew your enemy with his sword
and evaded the fatal thrust toward the bosom
beware:
the arms you threw at him
the cheers you heard around him
might just be the illusions
Loneliness was the catalyst that
drew you to him
The fear of being left alone is the mortal potion that
detain you at his side
The fists, blood, threats, curse
the tears, mainline, regrets, fright
render his love for you unbearable and
stale; then your belated awakening
strike him stoned and wasted
either he or you would be gone in the medic's
attempts of reviving the victim.
And I wonder who'd that be.