Your Version of Love

You say you love me, right before I receive a blow,

I cry and you smile,

When I smile at someone you think that's someone I know.

You yell and embarrass me in public with your jealously,

Then when we're at home you slap, punch, and kick me.

I cry and you laugh,

I can't see my friends, you make me stay at home,

I can't read Cosmo, watch Lifetime or talk on the phone.

When we're intimate I tell you to stop and you hold me down,

You choke me on the bed until I'm light and no longer brown.

I cry and you stare,

When I get the nerve to leave, you respond so sweet,

I open up and you cry,

You start out nice, massage my body and rub my feet.

Then I say one thing you disapprove of and here comes the fist,

Fist behind fist, slap after slap, and you think wounds heal with a kiss.

I cry and you yell,

You know sometimes I don't believe you love me unless you hit me,

Whatever that makes you so furious with me I cannot see.

I know you said you love me behind each blow and kick,

Although I've realized that love shouldn't make me sick.

So if I gotta get love from you like that, I'd rather be by myself,

Because I don't want on my tombstone to read, her man loved her to death.