Telling me you love me isn't the same as being sorry
I've seen the underbelly of your persona.
The despise you feel for La Verona.
A hate you spew because I'm a woman.
Hit me again, although you know you shouldn't.
And I know the examples life set before you,
Didn't show you the conclusions you should have come to .
That when you're upset you should not bruise my body,
And telling me you love me isn't the same is being sorry.
Copyright © Jess Marlo | Year Posted 2025
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