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Bruises, cuts, welts, pain,
is that what you call love?
Meaningless words flow
from your angry mouth,
into my helpless mind,
absorbing every bit.

We used to share something,
now I'm afraid it's flown away.
Kisses and hugs were special,
now they are nonexistant.
Afraid of alleys in the night,
for you might be there waiting.

You never really loved me,
that's all I'll really say.
Hoping for a loving future;
white picket fence in grass,
ice cream on the porch swing,
but all that ended with a punch.