While she cries and sheds her tears,
she makes no mistake
as to why she’s even
battered and bruised.
But she is willing to move on
in an instance notice,
forgiving the iron fist
that gave her those busted lips
and black & blue eyes.
the pain smearing her body
like that beloved lipstick she wears
as a reminder of his love.
She hugs herself
and cries and sheds her tears,
the constant memory of the abuse
burning her delicate skin
but even in her eye-opening reflection,
she knows only one thing
and it is that she misses him.
She wants him back
‘cause it was just a mistake
that she didn’t do right by him.
she thinks he’s right when he told her
“she was a good for nothing trash bag”
and since she doesn’t know any better
she accepts herself
the way he sees her.
She’ll run back to him
no matter what she thinks or feels
‘cause in the end it’s all she knows
and she’s willing to do
whatever his heart desires,
no matter how badly he mistreats her.