Abusive relationships, heartache and turmoil. |
I gave you my love, But you wanted more. So I gave you my body, But you punched and tore. So I sweetened you with words, But you refused to hear the truth. I just wanted you to treat me right, But you were raged in blinded youth. So I left. I left you and your hurt behind, I left your world, but now happy in mine. I was just too weak, too selfless, too kind, You knew I was lone, gullible, and supine. You told me you were wrong, So I believed your words. I let you cradle my body, Even though it hurts. But, again you failed; relapsed, Crazed in a whirling irate rage. Punches and cuts run so deep, Smoke, mirrors, in opaque haze. With tears of many, Blood dripping down, I lay there just dying, Not making a sound. But I just stayed there a while, shallow breathing, bleeding. You rambling, ranting and raving, jaw-line seething. Me collapsed on the floor, begging, pleading. You now sat shaking, trembling, wheezing. You must be mental, deluded and crazy to think I ever wanted this. You hurt me once, twice, now I know I should have said no. But sometimes things are not as easy as they seem. Sometimes to survive in love, you must let go. |