Once upon a time there was love in the air
 Then it took a dark and twisted path to screaming and terror

Bickering became a routine
And physical pain became a constant thing

Until the fear became anger
And control seemed unfair 

They watched as their bones cracked and saw them split
Felt the fragments fly and cleaned up their bloody lips

Then they came to their senses
And tried to mend them with gauze and plaster

The moral of the story is
This love story had no happily ever after










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