implied domestic abuse
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She called herself blue but he named her red
Her heart was bright but he couldn't have that so he twisted every word she said
Her body was his canvas and his hands the brush
He painted her in brilliant purples and blues
The hand on my cheek should be gentleNot rough.
The look in your eyes should be cordialNot forbidding.
The words you speak should be filled with loveNot anger.
Because I love me
I fight for the love I deserve
Because I love you
I tell you but not with words
Because you love me
You force me to see who I am and who I can be
The beauty of fateis what binds us together.It sews you and I into the fabric,well, what little is left, that makesthe remainder of our humanity.
