Yes I know Im fucked right??

 I can never understand why I end up in situations like this

Once I think I got it right
locked up wrapped tight
it vanishes
Love that is

In its stead replaced by something like
Vases thrown against bare walls
loud screams  and "Fuck You's"down halls
and me

Mascara running
sadly sunken on floor
promising myself it wouldn't happen anymore
after the 4th time….

& Then some 6'3 beast
walks right in
sweeps me off my feet
and the cycle repeats

This is my Love Life