You hurt me

You beat me

Then you tell me that you love me

And that you do these things to me

Because you are trying to make me into a better person

I wish my father would hear you say that

He would beat you to a pulp because he knows that he raised me right

The one who needs lessons on how to behave is actually you

You love me with your fists and play mind games with me

What is sad is that I allow you to get away with it

Or rather I used to

I don’t need your brand of love anymore

I don’t need you

Goodbye

© wamathai warugongo