Hurt Me, Please
Joseph, Taylor, Josh and Wade
Brad, and David.
Those memories are pleasant
and yet they fade.
I grew up
thinking love was great.
Little did I know,
where there is love - there is hate.
I dreamt of my prince
wrote down my fairytale.
Had it all planned out,
a plan I've since thrown out.
Flowers, parks and movies.
Sweet kisses and romances.
This was me, still naive
and just full of bright wishes.
But this look has changed.
It changed when he showed,
and I'll remember his name
no matter how much it pains.
Eddie - my first love.
I fell hard, I fell quick.
At first I was his princess.
At first he was my prince.
Then he began to transform.
Now I was his girl -
couldn't go anywhere
unless he was there.
He told me he'd never hurt me,
but then he raised his hand.
I said I'd never stay,
but also never left.
This went on,
for days - then months.
Then finally the girl
he called, "whore" showed.
"oh, I don't like her,"
then, "she's just a friend,"
then, "she just wants to talk,"
and in the end, "I slept with her again."
So you no longer wanted me
but I still wanted you.
I guess it was an effect
of all of your abuse.
You left me so naked.
I cried myself to sleep.
We had so many plans
but none you planned to keep.
To you it was just a game.
Just pretend.
But to me you were my life
not just my next boyfriend.
Months pass and you are gone
but the hurt remains
and no longer do I have the
same passion for love.
You tore me up
and didn't care.
You left me here
in a state of utter disrepair.
So I feel like I deserve pain.
So use to the abuse.
"Hurt me please,"
and "if you refuse - I'll leave."
But I don't want that.
Please, no more heartache.
Leave me my soul
so that I may reclaim.
Contributed by bunnyluvin
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