Love and War

Does he really love me? When everytime he hurt me and i fall constantly on my knee It's not love baby gurl, it's your imagination when you think about him daily and you loose your concentration thats pain; how can the one who told you your not ready to be in a relationship with him when you would never put anyone or anybody before him that's insane; when he makes you cry and blackin your eye and your friends tell you what your hurt knows best which is the opposite; scratch that that's pure mess; You then tell yourself, I'm over him but you run to him like your his slave, when he dont care about you and bury your precious feelings in his grave that's cruel; you give him what he wants he likes, but still ain't satisfied but you ask yourself what am i suppose to do always sit here and lie with tears floating from my eyes that's rude; Atfer that you express your feelings on a piece of paper which he just see as red words, full of bull; when still your heart has a bandage on it from the past stitches that someone before him started it that's not love; that's abandment