I Love Him, He Loves Me
I saved him he believes,
He was 2 I was 10 and he thinks I saved him
I love him as a mother loves her child
I took the beating so he didn’t.
I called the cops so she wouldn’t.
I am the reason why now a little boy has no father.
Tho I was 10 and he was 2;
He is now 12 and I am now 20.
He tells everyone he meets about me.
Of how I saved him from a bad man.
Of how I grabbed him and covered his ears and eyes and held him.
I took the beating his mum took the beatings.
I took the rest of the beatings away.
Now he is growing up and I am basically grown.
But
He says I want to be just like her.
He sleeps with my old ragged pillow.
He is still terrified of the dark.
He still can’t think when yelling occurs.
I love him he loves me.
I saved him.
I took his last beating.
And I took all the yet to come beatings away.
I love him and he loves me.
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