Tell me when your hands start reaching for her throat instead of her clothes.
Tell me when ‘baby’ turns to ‘bitch’ on the tip of your tongue.
Tell me when goosebumps disappear with your touch, when you start making her skin crawl.
Tell me when you forget how to love her softly,
when you don’t remember how to say her name without spitting,
when you don’t know how to hold her without breaking her.
Tell me when you lose yourself to the monster,
so I can tell her what no one ever told me to do:
run.