Blood Pact.

That’s what me and him had apparently.

But I guess we never discussed the terms.

As plates and vases shattered.

As punches and swings flew.

My blood was spilled for the pact, but I can’t say the same about you.

As we fought endlessly.

I became a victim of this unknown pact to me.

Since your words weren’t “I love you” but deadly hits.

I became part of a one-sided contract.

Unable to fight back.

This blood pact wasn’t fun.

It never made me laugh.

Only made me sad.

This blood pact became my torture.

This blood pact became just my blood.

For I’d never raise a hand to hurt you.

But you’ve raised yours for fun.

This blood pact is deadly.

This blood pact has to stop.

Because if you raise your hand to kill.

I might be gone.