Call it all you want, but I wont call it love. Love is not supposed to hurt you mentality or physically. If this was love my tears wouldn’t be the only thing holding me in my sleep. My scars and bruises wouldn’t be the memory markers from the time we spent together. And you face, you face wouldn’t be the thing haunting my dreams. So, you still call this love? I’d be scared if you did. If you can’t see the pain in my eyes, of better yet the blood on my face, you must be blind.
February 6, 2011