Not Every Cinderella Story
Head banging, blood gashing, pain all over my body. How did it become this when I did everything he wanted. I lied, I ran, I lost all the weight I can. He says he isn't satified, but I give him everything he wants. I cook, I clean, I suck his dick everytime he is in need. So what it is about me, that I can't get the hint. Midnight tics tocs in, I ask him where he has been. 12:01 hits the clock on the dock and my body is on the floor. He says he is sorry and he says he loves me. My friend ask me why I don't go and I answer with the silly story of them all. I guess this is my cinderella story, after all he loves me.