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Him vs. Her


Tears cloud my vision,

A salty product of the raw hit you used

An angry handprint stains my face instead of your soft kisses

Evidence that fueled my reminiscence of the initial you

 

That was the first time I felt the wrath of your insecurities

Somehow you turned the situation around and helped me to see that it was my fault

Jealousy that you portrayed at the time seemed cute to me

Who knew that because I choose to pick a fight with you that you really fought

 

I was hurt, scared, and confused

Fear racked through my body in thunderous waves

But then you held me, showing how truly apologetic you were; told me everything would be okay

You helped me understand that I lite the fire to your fuse

 

You hit me with that infamous line, “Baby, I promise it won’t happen again”

And so I stayed, one of the best mistakes I ever made, and Lord knows I made a few

You were my lover and my friend; I had to stay

 

Because I love you

 

Hell’s crimson blood flames, everywhere I looked

You have to understand I come from a dark past; my father beat my mother

When this hand impacted your skin, your head wasn’t the only thing that shook

But you made me so mad, maintaining control...I couldn’t bother

 

This was the first time I unleashed the power of my envy

But you were the first woman I laid hands on so it had to be your fault

My jealousy is my fear in disguise; I was so afraid that you would leave me

But my mother stayed until she broke so I would’ve let you walk

 

I was enraged, hurt, and fearful as I had ever been

Disappointment seeped through my veins as I started to become the man I despised

Yet you were the one who came to me with that bullsh**

All I ever spoke with was my hands, so when I yelled, they rised

 

As a held you, my remorse shown and I tried to make it better

I told you, “Baby, it won’t happen again. Not now, not ever”

And so you stayed, I stayed, for a beginning that was new

You were my lover and my friend, you had to stay

 

Because I love you

 

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