I have learned to walk with my head held high
after the many times you made me cry
beat me down
and pick me up again
with the simplest letters that made up
I hate you and
I love you
You see,
I didn't mind because I
believed you loved me more than
you had hated me
That you would touch me with kindness
caress my body and touch my soul
instead of balled up fists
being the first thing to leave marks
on my legs
and when you would go out
with those silly little girls who had no idea
I knew that you would come home,
come home to me ,
But that is not the case is it
you hate my guts for loving you
with all that i got
for not hurting you at all
for not treating you like how you
treated me
you see I am gone
and you,
yes you are miserable.