*Note*listen to the rhythm/instrumental while reading.
The words he said as we lay in bed. The words he said before he tore me apart. The words he said when he killed me. The words spoken when he found out I knew.
I knew of his treachery and his failure to the vow we made. His failure to appreciate what was in-front of him. His failure to commit to the ring on his finger. He knew I knew but he continued anyway until I was broken. I was now just a shell of the woman I was .
But I stayed. I stayed and lay in my own blood and tears. And I believed the 3 word lie he said every time he made a mess. I love you. I love you. I love you. He would repeat . And I would lay there and believe. So the the cycle continued . With no end . With no going back.
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