The Relationships
He was special to me
Because I was naïve
Thought I was in love
With tears running down my cheeks
My heart continues to leek
Being beaten by his fist
Was a later outcome of our first kiss
Always hitting me
Telling me to get on my knees
And forcing me to do things
My family never noticed
Because I was never in their focus
I cried all the time
But they didn’t care
To him I was less than a dime
When I needed him he was never there
Waking up to bruises
Because he never loses
Scars from the fights
Memories from the nights
I wished I was dead
But instead
I was still lying in my bed
Copyright © Shakeera Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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