His smile was like some kind of magic, his come-to-bed eyes hypnotic.
But he always laid the charm on extra thick after lashing out!
When would I learn that my love wont change him, that I need to be sure we
are all safe … that he has to exert total control deeming us his possessions.
We live in constant fear not knowing when he will erupt, the put downs
and abuse rolls on, can’t he see we are vulnerable and needing his love?