I step out of your tension ridden black sedan,
the warm summer air hits my face with a soft breeze.
I slowly shut the door behind me, and don't look back.
For the first time in a year and a half,
I feel free.
I walk upstairs to my dark room
I lay down and soak in everything that has just happened.
I feel powerful.
I made a strong decision.
I would not be abused again.
Then she walked in
This girl so happy and light hearted.
Little did I know
She would put me right back in the cycle,
that I thought was love.