She accepted love
That was torn and ripped.
Love that had sharp curves
And cut into her soft skin.
She accepted what she could steal
Because love was love.
Right?
She accepted second hand kisses
And lies in the form of promises
But love was love
And promises were promises.
Right?
She accepted affection
that made her cry.
But affection was affection.
Right?
Wrong.
Get out little girl,
Run while you still can.
Love doesn't mean
That it has to hurt
Promises don't have to be hard
Affection doesn't have
to make you cry.
He is bad
No matter the excuses
That he makes
He is bad
If he makes you feel like
tangled licorice ribbon
He is bad.
Get out little girl
Run while you still can.