"Can't you see?"
I don't want to see.
"He's using you"
how could he be?
"He's the one that did it"
"touched you,"
"beat you,"
"gave you the bruises,"
"took your card..."
I don't want to believe.
How could this guy,
treat me so wrong?
I just want to be loved.
And he's the only one
taking the time to love me right now...
He said someone else,
beat me,
touched me,
drugged me,
violated me,
gave me those bruises...
I choose to believe
even when the people I trust,
know it's wrong...
Even they can't convince me,
because I just want someone to love me.
But nobody ever will,
so I let this poisoned love
slowly kill me.
But at least it's a type of love...
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Creations From a Genuine Heart
PoesieWhen a genuine heart speaks, its words resonate deep in the hearts of others. For, one must become their true self to have a genuine heart. Poetry and music is the genuine heart's language and gift to the world.
