Mean It

I gag on each kiss you slam down my throat,
and every whispered word in my ear makes me choke.
Your hand grabs my wrist and you swing back your fist
while I close my eyes and pray to God that you miss.
Then I hit the floor, your knee hits my side,
and all I can do is just lay there and cry.
My bruises are showing, my weakness is growing,
and I try to ignore every insult you’re throwing.
I deserve every word and I’m sorry for that,
but I just can’t find a way to clean up my act.
I’ve ever been good enough,
I never could do enough,
and I know I’ve put you through enough
to make you lose your mind.
But if I let you hit me a couple more times,
and I catch you with other girls crossing the line,
maybe, if I pretend not to have seen it…
…maybe you could tell me you love me,
and mean it.

by PrettyOdd
posted on 08/27/2008