Only if they knew the real you.....

Not the YOU I write continuously about in my journal, but the real YOU.

I wonder if they would have guessed when I wrote that you  graze my skin it really justified that you gripped my throat harshly after I spilt your coffee on accident.

Or the tears streaming down my face, no, it wasn't tears of joy like I resemble but after your hand print engraved into my right cheek

If they would know, they would ask me why I stay with you...
The truth is... we can't give up, not yet.

Everyday I wake up and hope you are a little happier, I'm not your human punching bag, but even if everything was perfect for us and not this massive treacherous relationship we hide behind our **** drapes.

I know things will go back the way they use to and not how they are now, soon I will really feel your love for me again, it won't be my brain tricking me into what I really want, your love. It will be real. Like it use to be.