"He loves me he does"
That what she repeats every morning
When she looks in the mirror
Then she hears
"I had a great time last night"
She only a friend at least that what he said
When her friends ask what happen to you
She'll say
"I fell it's no big deal"
"But what about your black eye?"
You can see her discomfort
But instead she hides by her laughs
And her fake smiles
"You'll never believe what happened!"
And they didn't
But like she always says
"It's no big deal"
Nexts it's marks around her neck
Or her crying in the corner
because the names she gets called
Fat, ugly, your trash, bitch
so many names but she just hides and pretend everything is okay
"It was an accident he didn't mean too"
"He loves me"
"Is that what you call love? Look at your marks!"
"Yes but again he didn't mean too"
"But darling he hit you"
"What can I say accidents can happen"
"Honey there is no accident"
"But it was your my friend your suppose to believe me"
"He would never actually hit me"
"He loves me and I love him"
"It's love"
The real question is what is Love even?
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
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