Bruised Heart
The phone keeps ringing
But I wont dare pick up
Cause I know it's Jerome
Asking me to accompany him to the club.
This is not the first time.
I’ve been ignoring him for days.
But I cant let my friends see
these bruises on my face
I keep going back
To a house of dysfunction
This is not healthy
I need a change...
I need Something.
You physically tried
To pick me up by
my shirt. Look in my eyes
I know you see the pain
Written all over my face.
You look like the devil
Evil as you hold it
I guess you pulled too hard
Because now your fingers' broken
Why would u try to pull me out the house?
I purely hate this moment.
Even after
you put your hands on me
I took you to the hospital
My love: could never be beat.
I listened
As u told lies to the doctors
U got my mind trapped
And day by day its getting harder
All the times
I would hit in defense
I was scared for my life
But I'll only admit it to this pen
'Cause I remember
Them days in the winter
When I would get bent up
And in seconds get sexed up
I think that
my memory
Is gonna be
The death of me
Hiding the bumps
And tears from my mom;
“Nothing” is my response
When she would asked what was wrong.
I know I wasn’t innocent
Cause there were things I did to him
I would only hit first
'Cause I didn’t want to get hurt
You do not know how many times
My mind would SCREAM to get a knife
I never saw the truth before,
but you could have taken my life
I remember getting hit
While my eyes watered cries
The times I did not hit back
Is when he would apologize
Now I know
What these tears are for
They represent
The pain I endured
The wounds go deeper
There are no physical scars
The only ones that are left
Are the ones on my heart.
I hid it from my friends
And even from the world
'Cause I thought that guys
Could only “beat on” girls.
So the next time my friends call
I'm gonna answer the phone
'Cause its been months since
I had to deal with your nice tone
But this is the first time it felt so good to be alone.
Even though the wounds go deeper
And there are no physical scars
My memory can still feel them
You left these bruises on my heart.
....But I Still Loved You
Copyright © Domingo Beltran | Year Posted 2011
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