Forgotten
Your grip is like steel
Oh I hate the way you make me feel
One hand on my heart
The other around me neck
You hold every single card in the deck
I’m choking, gasping, sputtering
Your grips tightening with intent
I’m struggling, fighting, stuttering
Your eyes fill with cold contempt
I just want to see what you see
And I’ll no longer crave your kiss
I just want to know what made you hate me
And I’ll quietly lay down for this
05/2011