Limits.

Yeah I gave her a black eye.
That's my problem.

I wanted to destroy her.
Or maybe myself,
or whatever.

She didn't even flinch,
her face showed no emotion.
So I hit her again.

It doesn't mean I loved her any less.

I wanted to keep on punching her,
until she was no longer recognisable.

I wanted to keep on punching her,
until she could no longer speak.

Not that she spoke much anyway.
She just stared at me,
vacant, stoned.

So yeah,
I gave her a black eye.

It doesn't mean I'm a misogynistic arsehole.

I just get bored easily.