he loves her when she’s sweet and juice
she is loved when needy and loose
he takes offence when she doesn’t give truce
she feels tears as he shouts his dues
he takes hold when reaching a sluice
she holds cold, fearing an energy noose
he is truth, she is bruise
she is now, he’s set loose
NaPoWrimo Day 3 2020: playing with a word bank of rhymes
inktuition 
I really dig the rhyme scheme and flow. Sounds like a rather dysfunctional union. Well written.
Thanks for stopping by to read my poem and comment. Dysfynctional by structure and content. Thank you.