I’m contemplating leaving,
I wanna pack my bags and tell him that I’m not coming home,
what if he pulls into our driveway as I’m packing,
I’ll push past him, I want to leave!
He’s not the man I met,
the reflection of me that I love to see in masculinity.
I sit in bed,
bliss fills me as I entertain the thought of independence.
Scratching my own back, dealing with the issues that have plagued me,
then he rolls over.
a voice evades the bedroom
it’s deep, sensual
I love you escapes and immediately I’m hooked again.
How can I leave him?
There is every reason that points towards that open door
but love is a trap
a web with a beautiful silhouette