Good luck

I wish you the best of luck
With him; You'll need it
I would say it to your face
But would that be condescending?

And you're crying
"I can make him happy!"
But he's still the same person
We don't know how you find in him
How you find in your heart
The good to love
I guess you're better suited

I could never give him what he wants
He didn't look at me
Just my chest
He wants a blow up doll
I bet you'll give him everything

Hands held
Lips locked
Bitten
Complaints
Not to his face
Afraid of him
His raised hand

You'll scream and shout
Pound the walls; Climb them
Kick and punch
But you won't let it all out