My mother liked you
No, she loved you even
She welcomed you on our dinner table
like you were some kind of long lost son

But she did not warn me that the likes of you
have soft lips and tongue
That touch my skin, my *****, my soul
only to leave harsh marks and bruises

And your swift hands that play the strings
would caress my heart, slowly, gently
Only to tear and rip it apart
like how you rip my clothes until I'm naked

She did not warn me that behind those innocent eyes
is an emotionally manipulative and abusive man
who would slow dance me at 2am in the kitchen
But let go of me, and yet me when I fall

She did not warn me because she did not know
That you are just like her husband and my father
But I'm not repeating her mistakes
and blindly call it love