Kinks

TW domestic violence and addiction





You’ve been gone for days, say you’re getting tattoos
But you’re selling your car and there’s boxes to move

What will I do, with the holes in the walls?
And the ring in my night stand you stole from the mall?

Or the Welches in the bathroom you’re turning to wine?
Or the eyebrows that curve when I tell them I’m fine?

Now there’s blood in my hands. Pretty sure it’s mine
And I’m hunched in the bathtub, mom stands there crying

And they’re carrying me out to go somewhere safe
And she’s carrying pills, says she’ll “take these away.”

And I just want to reach you
To work
out our kinks, I need you
Every night was so thrilling
When you’d try & kill me
White girl in your nose
While I slept & you’d steal things
Ill swallow the pain
Iced with shame, spiked with blame
And I hate her but I pray
That you just don’t treat her
The same