he loves me, right?
he says he does.
he might get angry sometimes,
but that's okay.
it's my fault, anyway.
he loves me, right?
when he pushes me,
and make my stomach look
more like a dark painting
than my skin.
or when he
makes me stay home.
he loves me, right?
he says he's sorry,
because he loves me.
and when I wear long sleeves
to cover up his hand marks,
he still loves me.
i love him.
he loves me, right?
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PoetryJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...
