control

he needs to be in control;
he needs to know where you are;
who you’re talking to;
who you had lunch with
(calculating miles on your car;
checking your phone and email.)

you’re sick;
he doesn’t care;
you’re a paycheck
and someone to
take care of the kids.

you can’t wear what you want;
you can’t say what you want;
you can’t watch what you want;
you can’t do what you want.

you just want to feel … good;
take the gun out;
feel the trigger
and watch the bullet destroy that mother fucker’s head.

yes, that’s what feeling good feels like.

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jonathandeanrichie

Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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