He’s a Nice Guy

She loves-hates him.
And hates herself,
For loving-hating him.
He’s a nice guy.
A perfect gentleman,
She says.
When he’s sober.
But alcohol is his poison.
His Jekyll and Hyde potion,
Awakening the sleeping sadist,
Who delights in her pain.
Gets off on her screams.
And she’s a bad girlfriend,
She says.
Dishes out as much pain,
As he makes her eat.
She gets her kicks,
But always on the legs.
Never on her face.
He’s a nice guy.
A considerate abuser.
Always makes sure the bruises,
Are easily hidden.

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