Short and sweet and bitter

Throughout my fits and fluctuations,
He remains the same.
My troubles and my trepidations,
He remains the same.
My shattering shouts and binging bouts,
Still, he is the same.
My verbal abuse, the words I misuse,
No budge, still the same.

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Inhale.
Holding a flame to my fuse
I refuse to take part in the cycle
Bottle it in, slap on a fake grin,
Don't fall into the spiral.
Exhale.
I've done it again, here I am.
Haranguing away, abuse in way,
Silence, inaction fueling my say.
Contritions expected.
The fire, resurrected.
Soon burns away, soon returns to stay.