He thought he was always right,
Even when he blamed me the other night,
And made me bleed from the inside,
Before my tears dropped, he didn't think he might
Hurted my feelings, and my tongue that I bite.
And it was always like that, he was the white
And the only truth, and me the unbright.
But I kept putting him in the spotlight,
As I hid with my pain behind a smile acting alright.
Destructive love
- M.B. 23.11.18
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