Floored. Aghast. Shocked. Sad. These are two people our children look up to, two people that have found themselves in violent relationships and know first-hand how not sexy it is. Can abuse possibly be glorified more? As long as the wrong feels right It’s like I’m in flight High of a love Drunk from the hate It’s like I’m huffing paint And I love it the more that I suffer I suffocate And right before I’m about to drown She resuscitates me She fucking hates me And I...
