Never

I got hit today

And it dinnt feel like a hit but more like a cry

and the cry was not meant for me but to herself 

her own mind was loosing control because she couldnt handle the pressure

The constant pressure of living

Living knowing that one will never have complete power over their lives but instead live by someone elses rules

I guess she wanted to make her own rules

And she wanted to start with me

What choice do I have? 

Ive lived with a set of rules all my life what makes hers so different?

In a few weeks it will feel normal I said

In a few months i wont feel it I said

In a few life times pain will no longer be meant for the "troubled" but for the loved

I know she loves me

im reminded by the bruises on my skin and the blood on my lips

The faint smile that she gives when i cook a good dish 

but one day my friends arrived

they stole my clothes and pushed me out the door as I begged them to let me stay

"no" they said " you dont love her" they said

What do they know about true love and hapiness?

my parents hit me and then told my that they were blessed.

But i just sit wondering if im really a man, a man that sheds tears 

a man with no love a man filled with fear