The Proposal 2.0

"How you act in the next few minutes,
will decide the night we face."
So I swallow down my tears,
hide the fear in my embrace.
If I falter, if I fall,
he says he’ll walk away,
But what happens next,
is a nightmare come to stay.

I tried to end it all,
to escape this twisted fate,
But here I am, still breathing,
still trapped within his hate.
My heart is split asunder,
my mind a shattered glass,
Each word he speaks is poison,
yet still, I let it pass.

His hands are cold, relentless,
as he forces me to lie,
My body stiff, unyielding,
but he never asks me why.
He whispers empty promises,
his voice a silken chain,
Binding me in silence,
as he revels in my pain.

He grips me like a vice,
my face pressed to the bed,
His lies drip like honey,
yet they fill my heart with dread.
I try to block the onslaught,
of his unrelenting might,
But every thrust he makes
turns day into endless night.

"I want to give you my last name,"
he whispers in my ear,
A promise wrapped in darkness,
that only brings more fear.
My tears fall like a river,
as confusion floods my mind,
How can he ask for something
so twisted, so unkind?

I thought love was a shelter,
a place to find some peace,
But now it feels like prison bars
that never bring release.
He says he loves me deeply,
that I complete his life,
But all I feel is emptiness
cut sharper than a knife.

"Will you marry me?" he asks,
as if it’s all a game,
But his words are chains of iron,
his love a thing of shame.
I lie there, cold and broken,
a hollow shell of me,
While his twisted words keep binding,
my heart to misery.

I dreamed of love as freedom,
a light to guide my way,
But now I’m lost in shadows,
where darkness holds its sway.
Each day a war within me,
each night a silent scream,
And in this endless nightmare,
love is but a dream.

But still, he presses on,
his voice a siren’s song,
And I, the broken-hearted,
wonder where it all went wrong.
He speaks of future promises,
of a life we’ll build together,
But all I see is a storm ahead,
a never-ending weather.

His grip tightens as he whispers,
of dreams we’ll never share,
And I, too tired to argue,
simply lie there in despair.
The weight of his proposal
crushes what’s left of my soul,
And I wonder how I ever thought,
his love could make me whole.

In the quiet after,
I’m left to face the night,
Alone in the darkness,
with no strength left to fight.
His words echo around me,
"Will you marry me?" they say,
But all I feel is nothingness,
as I slowly fade away.

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