He loves me
It has to be love,
He keeps telling me it is.
He wouldn't do it if it wasn't.
He does love me.
He just has a different way of showing it.
He's really not that bad.
Besides, it's only a tiny little scratch.
Nothing at all really...
He still loves me.
It must be love in his eyes,
He's only bad for a little while.
He always comes back.
He just has to let it play for a bit.
It really doesn't hurt that much.
He must love me.
Why else would he say that it is?
I understand,
It's okay.
Deep down I know he cares.
I just have to lie there for a while,
And not cry too loud.
Purple skin isn't as bad as it seems.
Really...
He just... loves me.
Maybe a little too much.
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short stories
General Fictionthese are all the short little pieces of writing that i never entered into competitions :)
