A day in the life of an asphalt cowgirl

Grasp With wide eyes I stood there Taking every blow Taking every verbal abuse you threw my way Your words They sliced my skin Like the razor blade That was bound to slice it tonight Your hurtful words Never ceased to destroy my self-esteem. Every time I thought I was doing good You’d tear me down You couldn’t stand to see me happy Without you You In your mind is the only thing in this world Allowed to bring me joy One day I will leave you One day I will break free from your grasp One day Keeps on escaping me

Fog So thick and so bleak Rising over the river Filling the void of the night You You are like the fog You cloud my heart Wrapping ever so thickly around it Caressing with cold, dark, devilish fingers It hurts so bad, but I crave it When you’re gone I can’t help but long for your return I long for the freezing grasp of your control I long for the tingling sensation of my heart freezing Of my heart slowly stiffening and freezing Every time you leave or I disappoint you, A crack starts to form It hurts so bad, only to be cured by your harmful grasp