"I love you", I hear her say as a tear falls 

down her cheek. 

Her cheek 

full of makeup that she uses 

to hide the pain 

like a mask.

If you look deep enough in those hazel eyes, 

you can see the deep breaths she takes 

as she takes her last 

hit.

Asking herself, is this love?

Is this really what you've longed for?

Letting a man rewrite the definition as 

pain 

instead of happiness.

 

As he holds the palm of your hand 

knowing the same soft hands can be 

hard fists;

Question yourself if this is what it means 

to be in love.

Why let a man pull you to 

the ground 

when another can 

raise you up into the sky

and let you be the stars in his world. 

Let the right man 

rewrite the definition.

 

Look at yourself

beaten up and bruised.

Let's move on to what you deserve.

The passion.

The respect.

The trust.

While others are holding onto their partners

you're holding onto

something non-existent.

A thing not called love.

But abuse.

Stand up for yourself in a world full of lies,

and be the source of truth.

Move on and be loved. 

 

"I love you", I now hear her say 

as a boy with love in his eyes 

smiles down.

Looking up, those hazel eyes now speak 

as each evil memory fades away.

As the bruises heal, 

the heart follows.

With her cheeks now makeup-less, 

the only mask she wears is a 

glow.

From the love rewritten. 

But this time, it is the right kind. 

It is love, but with real meaning.