Mondays are hard. He only wants me for my body- For the way I was made But he also wants me To perform For him. I can never understand What he wants from me.
I love him, but I hate him. God, help me! I can't do this on my own. I love him but I hate him.
Tuesdays are light. He looks at me like I am the only thing In the world The only person. He holds me tight And tells me he loves me Without hurting me.
I love him, but I hate him. God, help me! I can't do this on my own. I love him but I hate him.
Wednesdays are long. He has had a Long day Of work And dealing with his boss. He will let me hold him And rock him to sleep, Brushing my cold fingers across his sweaty back While he falls into a slumber
I love him, but I hate him. God, help me! I can't do this on my own. I love him but I hate him.
Thursdays he is happy. He gets to see his Delinquent mother And visits his Abusive father in jail Only to spit in his face every time And tell him he hates him. I don't get it. My faith wanes more every day.
I love him, but I hate him. God, help me! I can't do this on my own. I love him but I hate him.
Fridays are better. He doesn't think about Anything but me We go out together Holding hands In dark Theater Seats While we share popcorn And memories.
I love him, but I hate him. God, help me! I can't do this on my own. I love him but I hate him.
Saturdays are terrible. He drinks And Drinks And Drinks Until he's not the same Person he was On Friday. I don't get it. Why can't he just love me? He hurts me And beats me Bruises Everywhere. Hidden, but there.
I love him, but I hate him. God, help me! I can't do this on my own. I love him but I hate him.
Sundays are amazing...and awful. He is gone. I can bask in the back row of the church Singing with my fellow Christians, Praying with them Not thinking about him Loving my God But at the same time I know That in a few hours, I will have to go back to him. To his anger His rage. And tomorrow, It will all start again.
I love him, but I hate him. God, help me! I can't do this on my own. I love him but I hate him. I love him but I hate him.
It just kind of popped into my head, but I actually really like it.