Your violence was our ending, the moment you threw your fist
didn’t matter if it was at someone else, at their face, their
chest, or arm, could have been the fucking wall for all I care:
What happens when you cheat on me and I call you out on your lies?
Will you be swinging at me when you’re full of rage and anger?
What happens when I piss you off so much you finally snap and yell?
Will you slap me during sex, slap me to the floor?