Redundant Tragedies

Oh, how he loved you How he took your wants And made them his needs How he wrestled with hunger Before it fed on you How he wiped your tears To make trees grow And you were love’s willing slave. Before your moon turned to honey His hands met your face As you grew cold, bleeding Blaming yourself for his bulge For how could he be the same man Who showed kindness Be the one who gave you a shiner It can’t be, it must be your fault. Love has long became your tragedy As this is will always be the last time He gets angry and beats you, Leaves you laying on the floor defeated, And you have to tell us you run into a door . My dearest friend If I can only say this : That love will never be an excuse That those apologies are empty And meaningless as what you called love