I'm not the first girl to act this way towards you.

And I will not be the last either.

I may have come to extremes with you, but I know you are all too familiar with this type of behavior and/or feelings or attitude displayed towards you.

I'm rather extreme, ruthless and more openly emotional than most.

With me, you can't control me, like you have be able to do in the past with the others.

So instead, you hide behind a piece of paper, a restraining order, that when convienient you try to enforce, when you find it dificult and that you are unable to fight your own battles.

A decision you made because it was expected of you to do.

Only when eventually you end up breaking it in the end.

The end being when you are in your bedroom, music blasted,

to Papa Roach
Or was it the time when you fucked me up in front of Wendy

And you left me down in your garage, unable to move, or barely breathe

There were so many times, I have forgotten which time you could of almost killed me

But now I think I will reflect upon this incident, which I can say was one of the worst times ever

JON MATEER

So as I was saying

You begin choking and strangling the life out of me.

Ultimately,you finally have the control.

The control of when I will take my last gasp of air.

So I die, in front of you, begging, kicking and thrashing about.

But now defeated I lie blue and lifeless in your arms, you hands are now white from the tight grasp you have around my neck.

Your fingers are locked, and I die, by the bare hands of the man I once loved.

In your house, in your bedroom, in your arms, by your hands.

Hands that at one time caressed my cheek as you wiped away my tears, arms that held me close to you and comforted me as I cry.

In your bedroom, where at one time we loved laughed and played.

While afterwards you lay in my arms and quitely fall asleep, I watch your sweet face , so childlike, so innocent,as I reflect back, that was the momment I fell in love with you.

But now I lay lifeless, my eyes still wide open with terror, your cool gaze looking back at me with disbelief and horror.

Your grip still around my neck, you begin to feel numb, realizing now, all I was guilty of was craving and desperatly reaching out for love.

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