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