Until

I try not to make this blog all about pain and suffering, but then stuff like this lands on my paper and I have no where else to put it…

Until

I had him wrapped around my finger.

When I called, he came running
until
he snapped, and I ran to hide

I would sneak around to be with him,
until
I had to sneak away from him.

He put me on a pedastal,
until
He chained me in shackles

It hurt so bad to go
until
it hurt too bad to stay.

I had him wrapped around my finger
until
I didn’t.

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