It was the first of May
I shall forever remember that day,
The day I let love into my heart
It didn’t take long for the nightmares to start,
The growing fear of rejection
The ever-increasing overprotection;
Let me walk you home
Why not take a week and join me in Rome.
He became afraid to leave me alone
When he was with me he would go into a sorta zone,
He said it was for me
He said it was for my safety
He said it was because he loved me.
But this wasn’t love
I would never get my fairytale doves
I received a blood red rose, but;
I knew somewhere, in my gut
I would not live to see another day
Let alone another May.
To ring true my prediction
Not long after I received my first crucifixion,
Because I misbehaved
He told me to be brave
He was only doing this because he loved me.
But this was not love
This was control and fear
This was not endearment
This was not him making me better
This was making him wetter.
One day it went too far
He was out at the bar
He came home and began to beat me
He beat me with part of a tree.
It went too far that night
I tried to fight
But I could not overpower him
While fighting I noticed the light begin to dim
My eyes slowly drifted closed
The last thing I ever saw was that blood red rose.
He did not beat me because he loved me
He beat me because it made him happy,
He did not love me.
HE DID NOT LOVE ME!
If his love was true
He would not have beat me black and blue.
He would have sat and talked
Maybe taken me on a walk,
If he wouldn’t have yelled
Perhaps are hands would still be held.
If he would have treated me as an equal
Perhaps there would have been a sequel,
But alas a healthy relationship was not my story to tell
So it is here that I must bid you farewell.