He loves me, love me knot
He loves me, he loves me not!
The flowers, the candy, the black eye, the knot.
The lovely things that he says, the foul shit
that he do. The, I love you so much baby.
To bitch I hate you!
His boyish looks, his menacing glare, his
luscious lips, his icy stare.
The things that he bought me, the clothes that
He slashed, the way that he protects me, my
three-inch head gash.
The kisses of sorrow, the forgive me I’m weak.
The promise to kill me was one that he’d keep.
The cycle continued, help I did not seek.
His hand got too heavy and now… I sleep.