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You love me


You love me
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You love me?
 
 
 
 
 
 
Tell me one more time why you tried to hit me
 
 
 
 
 
 
And told me I was stupid
 
 
 
 
 
 
Worthless
 
 
 
 
 
 
Nothing
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Yeah, you love me, right?
 
 
 
 
 
 
You care so much about what I do
 
 
 
 
 
 
That you lock me in at home
 
 
 
 
 
 
Take my keys and tell me
 
 
 
 
 
 
It’s for me
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
It’s so that nothing’s wrong
 
 
 
 
 
 
I’m safer with you
 
 
 
 
 
 
So much safer with you 
 
 
 
 
 
 
And your words
 
 
 
 
 
 
Your hands
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Those hands that use to cradle me and put me to sleep
 
 
 
 
 
 
Those hands that--
 
 
 
 
 
 
Those hands that hurt me last night 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Those hands that went around my neck and squeezed
 
 
 
 
 
 
Tight
 
 
 
 
 
 
Yeah, you love me, though
 
 
 
 
 
 
Right?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Don’t tell me you fucking love me
 
 
 
 
 
 
Everyone’s saying those goddamn words like they don’t know the meaning
 
 
 
 
 
 
This affection that you have?
 
 
 
 
 
 
It’s killing me
 
 
 
 
 
 
Don’t tell me you love me because--
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Because most of the time I still love you
 
 
 
 
 
 
And when I think about what you do
 
 
 
 
 
 
What you’ve done
 
 
 
 
 
 
My throat closes up because--
 
 
 
 
 
 
Because I’d never do that to you
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I love you
 
 
 
 
 
 
I really do
 
 
 
 
 
 
Wait, no
 
 
 
 
 
 
In the beginning, the person I met
 
 
 
 
 
 
I didn’t know you 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The hard part is letting go
 
 
 
 
 
 
But now I know
 
 
 
 
 
 
And because I love myself
 
 
 
 
 
 
I’m letting you go
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I’m going to get myself someone who will listen
 
 
 
 
 
 
Not only tell me they love me, but show it
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
They won’t touch me without my permission
 
 
 
 
 
 
We’ll talk about our days
 
 
 
 
 
 
Talk about our frustrations
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
We’ll compromise
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sleep soundly at the dead of night
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Imagine that
 
 
 
 
 
 
Actually having a conversation without yelling 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Without having to get offended by the simplest things
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I always wondered how many curse words you could fit in one sentence
 
 
 
 
 
 
I still don’t know
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You’re intoxicating, even when you’re helping
 
 
 
 
 
 
You tell me I’m a fucking baby!
 
 
 
 
 
 
Well, who’s the one cooking?
 
 
 
 
 
 
Cleaning?
 
 
 
 
 
 
Acting like your mommy
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I’m going to get myself someone who will appreciate me
 
 
 
 
 
 
Is kind to me
 
 
 
 
 
 
And show me what a healthy relationship is 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You should already know why I’m leaving
 
 
 
 
 
 
But since you always need an answer for everything
 
 
 
 
 
 
It’s because 
 
 
 
 
 
 
(laughably, really...)
 
 
 
 
 
 
You love me
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