I'm just a girl self abused
with sad sobby stories of being used
I clung to you and
was afraid to choose
I wouldn't end it
Just prepend it
with 'we maybe someday',
details amended
I waited for you
to stop me or drop me
Then I could cry
of how you don't want me
I quietly hoped you would leave
Make me the victim!
He needs to believe!
I'm the damaged girl who cries on his sleeve
This is what she told me;
just not in so many words. |
Submission Name: Not In So Many Words
