Scared, Insecure.
Holding on with my bare hands.
I’m afraid she is already married.
Lonely.
Is she telling the truth?
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
She Maced Me,
Robbed Me,
and Prostituted Herself.
I was held at gunpoint,
-almost had my hands and faced
Singed, Burnt
on the Kitchen Stove.
She’ll only drag me down
(asked her to marry me)
My instinct says steer clear, that she wants revenge.
Love her, don’t trust her, out to use me, on drugs.
Let her go let her go let her go..
Being threatened seems so unreal.
For many revenge is only fleeting.
Unsafe in my own place.
I’m the prey with a deathwish?
Everybody knows that?
Everybody knows what?
Oh I remember-
In my room with bolted locks,
Expecting retaliation,
Being targeted,
Calling no one repeatedly.
Feeling NO TRUST IN YOU, WANTING TO.
Hurt and Angry.
HOW DO I TURN THIS INTO LOVE?