Love. Abused. Language. Misused.

A punch in the face.
A busted lip.
Cuts on her hands, arms and elbows.
Relationships are a trip.

Verbal insults.
Mental and physical abuse.
They'd always ebbed and flowed,
But now she's wondering what's the use?

His love language in her ear:

STUPID. BITCH.
DUMB. SICK.
FAKE. FAT.
WEAK CAT.
I AIN'T SHIT BECAUSE YOU AIN'T SHIT.
YOU LOW-BUDGET. DRAG ME DOWN.
CHEATING. LYING. STFU.
GUTTER FRIENDS. YOU LOOK LIKE A CLOWN.
A PUNCH IN THE FACE.
A BUSTED LIP. 
CUTS ON HER HANDS, ARMS AND ELBOWS. 
RELATIONSHIPS ARE A TRIP.

With his venom, he's conditioning her.
Molding her into his toy.
Build her up. Tear her down. To match his esteem: an insecure, little boy. 

Meanwhile back at the ranch,
He never acknowledges his wrongdoings. 
He'll just accuse her. All kinda ways abuse her.
Too arrogant to realize, her dislike for him is brewing. 

His love language in her ear:

STUPID. BITCH.
DUMB. SICK.
FAKE. FAT.
WEAK CAT.
I AIN'T SHIT BECAUSE YOU AIN'T SHIT.
YOU LOW-BUDGET. DRAG ME DOWN.
CHEATING. LYING. STFU.
GUTTER FRIENDS. YOU LOOK LIKE A CLOWN.
A PUNCH IN THE FACE.
A BUSTED LIP. 
CUTS ON HER HANDS, ARMS AND ELBOWS. 
RELATIONSHIPS ARE A TRIP.

"But you know how it is! This is just what we do," is what he wants to convince her to think.
But she's done with his tango, she's just biding her time, but in her insides she shrinks.

Like a dope man his goal is to secure HIS bag.
Nevermind our feelings, respect, love..everything we said we'd share. It's all about him.
Chin stuck out. Banging on his chest.
How soon we forget, we both created this mess.

His love language in her ear:

STUPID. BITCH.
DUMB. SICK.
FAKE. FAT.
WEAK CAT.
I AIN'T SHIT BECAUSE YOU AIN'T SHIT.
YOU LOW-BUDGET. DRAG ME DOWN.
CHEATING. LYING. STFU.
GUTTER FRIENDS. YOU LOOK LIKE A CLOWN.
A PUNCH IN THE FACE.
A BUSTED LIP. 
CUTS ON HER HANDS, ARMS AND ELBOWS. 
RELATIONSHIPS ARE A TRIP.

Here's a scenario: Run her over in the middle of the street. Drive off while she scrapes her feet.
It's the same thing you do verbally, so why not?
Now matter how accommodating she is to you, your abuse ain't gonna stop.

Or try this: don't go home one day from work.
Then if she does the same just go berserk!

His love language in her ear:

STUPID. BITCH.
DUMB. SICK.
FAKE. FAT.
WEAK CAT.
I AIN'T SHIT BECAUSE YOU AIN'T SHIT.
YOU LOW-BUDGET. DRAG ME DOWN.
CHEATING. LYING. STFU.
GUTTER FRIENDS. YOU LOOK LIKE A CLOWN.
A PUNCH IN THE FACE.
A BUSTED LIP. 
CUTS ON HER HANDS, ARMS AND ELBOWS. 
RELATIONSHIPS ARE A TRIP.

Cut her spirit with words in verbal slashes when you're mad.
Then turn around and please her, make love to her, make her laugh when you're glad.

You're Jekyll and Hyde,
But she's not feeling being along for the turbulent ride.
You turn incidents into issues when you're mad,
Then scream hers is the worst pussy you ever had.
Not the point. Has nothing to do with now.
Does it make you feel good about yourself to always put her down?

His love language in her ear:

STUPID. BITCH.
DUMB. SICK.
FAKE. FAT.
WEAK CAT.
I AIN'T SHIT BECAUSE YOU AIN'T SHIT.
YOU LOW-BUDGET. DRAG ME DOWN.
CHEATING. LYING. STFU.
GUTTER FRIENDS. YOU LOOK LIKE A CLOWN.
A PUNCH IN THE FACE.
A BUSTED LIP. 
CUTS ON HER HANDS, ARMS AND ELBOWS. 
RELATIONSHIPS ARE A TRIP.

She was down for you, would ride for you, since day one she's had your back.
But you turned yours on her and her back you think is now your floor mat.

When money was slow and hard living was your dope, things used to be we.
Now you think you're on top, Ego Tripping like Nikki G, the slang you speak is foreign to her because now all you say is, "Me." (Well...in all fairness, you do throw in a few, "Myselfs and I's...")
And all the while when she looks at you, her eyes are screaming, "Lies! Lies! Lies!"
     
His love language in her ear:

STUPID. BITCH.
DUMB. SICK.
FAKE. FAT.
WEAK CAT.
I AIN'T SHIT BECAUSE YOU AIN'T SHIT.
YOU LOW-BUDGET. DRAG ME DOWN.
CHEATING. LYING. STFU.
GUTTER FRIENDS. YOU LOOK LIKE A CLOWN.
A PUNCH IN THE FACE.
A BUSTED LIP. 
CUTS ON HER HANDS, ARMS AND ELBOWS. 
RELATIONSHIPS ARE A TRIP.

See her mama taught her that when there's "us" there's "we."
But your mama taught you, take all you can from the world, doesn't matter who you cut off at the knee.
Not even the people you are supposed to protect.
Because in her mind and your mantra has changed to a monotonous: "me, me, me, and get get get!"

How can she be a model, to girls, set a high standard? When each and every day she goes home to the man she loves to get slandered!
Young girls, you are graduating high school and going off into life and the world!
Five years from now don't let this be your story, okay?
At the first sign of trouble, don't stay, RUN away!
And the Universe will forever bend your way.

His love language in her ear:

STUPID. BITCH.
DUMB. SICK.
FAKE. FAT.
WEAK CAT.
I AIN'T SHIT BECAUSE YOU AIN'T SHIT.
YOU LOW-BUDGET. DRAG ME DOWN.
CHEATING. LYING. STFU.
GUTTER FRIENDS. YOU LOOK LIKE A CLOWN.
A PUNCH IN THE FACE.
A BUSTED LIP. 
CUTS ON HER HANDS, ARMS AND ELBOWS. 
RELATIONSHIPS ARE A TRIP.

She'd tell you to, "Do you," of course.
Learn to meditate and pray.
But love YOU first always and all ways!

Be dope and prosper!🤘🏽💋 *drops 🎤*


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