Him by Erin JonesSitting here,
the bastard's in the living room,
on the chair.
The one I keep talking about,
the bastard who fucked me up so much.
He doesn't seem so bad,
not so scary,
but I fear him desperately.
He's the one who changed me,
the one who made me who I am.
I desperately want to go beat the life out of him.
I want to destroy the man I fell in love with,
make him show me the one who lies beneath the skin,
waiting to destroy me again.
He says he knows what he did,
but I daydream about beating him as I scream through bloody tears,
"do you really know what you did?" 04/06/2009 Posted on 04/07/2009 Copyright © 2024 Erin Jones
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