posted on Apr, 15 2016 @ 04:01 AM
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
Just like the fated, moths to a flame
We danced around danger and we played the long game.
I wanted to love him, and he wanted to hurt me.
The dance kept on spinning, till I knew he would kill me.
I should have been better, I should have been good,
If I had just kept Quiet ! if only I could.
I could have been brighter, I could have been pleasing,
If I had just smiled more, if only there'd been reason.
It wouldn't have mattered, not really, I know that.
I tried every day, still our dance became combat.
The bruises, the bleeding, the punching and kicking.
Followed by Max Factor make up, then crying and kissing.
' Don't leave me, I love you!...If you do I'll F*cking kill you '
He loves me, He loves me not. I wonder, does he hate me too?
I wanted to love him, not leave him, not ever
But he needed to hurt me.
And now I know better.