Next Time

You are special.
You are pretty.
Gorgeous, beautiful.
Magical even.
Something star kissed and heaven sent.
You're a work of art.
Really something.

Yea something that's for sure.
That's what he told you.
That's what he promised didn't he,
Before he would hold you and touch you and promise you the world.
Before we would shun you and ignore you and crumble your walls.
You're "The ONE" "The ONLY"
You make him feel alive, like he's worth something.
Without you there is no hope in the world.
That;s why he hits you. Chokes you. Just because he cares.
Yea.
That's why.
You're pretty right?
He loves you and you love him right?
Yea.
Yea.
Maybe next time if you hold him tighter he'll be gentler.
Maybe if you kiss him when you don't want to he won't cut you.
Maybe next time, next time, next time,
Maybe next time will never come...

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