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I Am the Stone Flower

I am the rock that he doesn't have to be I am the stone flower so he can be the wind My tears will flow so he can blow I know him I know his pain His pain becomes my own No excuse others say but, I say I am the rock that he doesn't have to be You see me with my trendy shades on my way to work With the black eye and you think you can see the whole story But all you see is the black eye and the fist behind it You dont know that when I get mad I push the needed buttons To get the wanted reaction You dont know that I found a voilent man that embodies my father Because that is what I crave We fight hard but we love harder Can you see the pain behind his eyes as well As he fights himself to not fight me That day you saw me sitting in my blood soaked tee That's the day I picked a fight with him You say real men dont hit women no matter what But I say sometimes, I need to be hit, I want to be hit I stay out of fear But it is the fear that I am lost without him We've become such a part of eachother Both raised in abusive homes Its become the norm for us I am not a victim I am a stone flower, a rock as you say We keep eachother sane In our own symbiotic relationship I am his sanity, his hold on reality And I take the bruises and the pain Willingly, because he is my heart We know eachother, understand eachother, So you see, you dont know the him that I know And you will never know the me that he knows I put up with him Because He puts up with me I am not the victim I am the rock that he doesnt have to be I am the stone flower so he can be the wind My tears will flow so he can blow This is what I know

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 3/11/2012 11:08:00 AM
when two damaged individuals get together it's a disaster waiting to happen...I find this disturbing, it's good, but its message disturbs me...
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