It was love, wasn’t it?
The scars on me are gone, but the love you inflicted is still strong. The memories might seem painful, but it was so great — Wasn’t it? You and I. The best thing to happen to me in my life. When I reminisce back to the time you wiped off the blood on the floor with your favorite Yankees jersey…that was love, wasn’t it?
You hurt me, but at least I knew you still cared. Because every stroke of your fist, felt like a passionate kiss. My momma told me to stay away, but I know that was love… wasn’t it?
When you ignored me for too long I was sure to act up, for that I am sorry. But when you hit me, I was glad. You could have walked out the door but instead you got mad. That was love, wasn’t it?
Although I no longer have bruises to show how much you care, I hope you still do, somewhere out there. Because I still hold the scars very deep within my heart. This is love, isn’t it?
