I don't know why it happened. You said it was my fault. If only I would do what I'm told. No matter what the circumstances. I caused my own trauma. Every chance I got I let you do it again and again. It was what I wanted. I thought you loved me. I thought you were trying to love me. I still love you. I don't have a purpose to my life without the bruises and the sprained muscles. The pain stayed with me as a reminder , love made me tender.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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