~The Image In the Mirror was Me~
Love is many things, but sometimes we have to take our blind folds off...
"THE IMAGE IN THE MIRROR WAS ME"
I read his book from beginning to end and every chapter brought a tear
all the things he subjected me to, year after year after year
I thought our love could over come the hardships and the pain
little did I realize years of lies had kept me bound and chained
he left his mark upon my heart and his rage upon my face
every scar a memory, every song a symphony, I choose to call it, "Agony of a love that use to be," what hurt most of all was the image in the mirror was me
I tried to pretend life was grand, told myself hes a good man, cried in silence when I wanted to shout, "Pack your stuff and get the hell out!"
my love for him was completely blind, sealed my soul and my mind, he had become my most prize possesion and my love for him covered all his indiscretions
I kept telling myself it would be alright, but I was suffering inside with my own personal fight, but reality told a different story, shocking, unbelievable and gory
with a blow to the head and two to the knee, left standing in my own puddle of blood, limping on one leg, half dazed, half dead and guess what, that sucka wasn't through, said he was going to make an example of me, "heaven or hell B***H, its all up to you
hours later when I came to he was standing over me sobbing asking what did I need him to do, you should have heard that S**t, "Im sorry baby, but you made me do it"
I said to myself he has lost his mind, standing there crying after he done whip my behind, for the first time in life I could truely see, the devastating defects of my reality
what we shared together was my own fantasy, love was never in the equation just a life of misery, for years I fought back the tears praying my dilemma would grace God's ears
yet he had already answered my call the first time he used me for a bowling ball, but I wasn't paying attention, I thought I was in love, so I ended up a permanent indent in his baseball glove
love was blind and I couldn't see what my love for him was doing to me, but I have taken the blind folds off and clearly undeerstand where I've been, yet what hurt most of all was the image in the mirror was me
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