When The Worst Is Over

I can feel your hands around my throat,
The air in my lungs losing its only escape.
Your warm breath on my neck taunting me,
Your murderous stare on me as I suffocate.

Your lips so softly pressed against mine,
Your tongue mocking my urge to fight back.
You have a thing for handing me surprises,
And I've lost the ways of how I should react.

But all the pain that you've put me through,
All of the endless hurt and the hopeless misery.
I know that even when the worst is over and I'm alone,
You'll still have all of me.