9 months

It's been nine months since we last met
I left your twisted grip and escaped
I had no need to fret
You told me you were pregnant
To try and win me back
Knowing I was finally happy
Is your heart really so black?
You threatened my life
With one we made together
Using my phobias against me
Tormented, like a ship in rocky weather
How ironic it was we met again
During a Christian damnation
Choking on the pit in my stomach
Ignoring all my past fears
I asked you two simple questions
And you were the run to run away this time
Trying to hide your bitter tears