She was going up
As he was going
down
So he came to her
He came on her
Made her his
Always beneath,
But never above
She started going
down
Pleasured him just the same
His love wrapped ‘round
her throat;
Reality seen through a rosy stain
Passion driven to worship
All of the flags now a bloody resentment
Passages littered with bruises
Esteem desiccated; cracked
She needed the pills to conquer those hills
Then stumbled upon a
Sunset
A profound new day welcomed her
Belief beget clarity
Knives out, he's always been the man
Cut, clip, nick, gash
His rage will
never grip her again
What once was devotion, now
a lesson
Know your significance;
Believe in that worth
Always bet on you first
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