They love me.

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My mother tells me that she's always there for me whilst she’s heading out the door. 
She won't call me for the next 3 weeks and I have no idea where she is.
My father tells me he loves me, at the same time he hits me again.

I’m supposed to  love them.
I do love them. 
I should know that they love me. 
They love me.

I’m sorry if I tell you that I like you and then not call you for three days.
I’m sorry if I bite you until you bleed while we’re kissing. 
I’m sorry if i have a hard time believing you that you love me, 
because those words have lost all their meaning for me.

If they loved me, they wouldn’t treat me that way. 
If they loved me, they would listen and not shout. 
If they loved me, they wouldn’t hurt me and make me cry.

'i love you' means, it's okay to hurt me, because they mean well.
'i love you' means, that i'm scared to hear those words, because now every stab wound is just a hickey .
'i love you' means, they're not abusing me, they're family and this is what we do.
'i love you' means they said the three magical words, now fuck off and stop whining.

But they are not the bad ones. They buy me gifts. 
They are not the enemy. They joke around.
They are not abusive, because they promised that they love me.

I’m not saying that you don’t love me, but I’m not sure if you do. 
I don’t know what loving someone means, I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like if you take away the pain.
I’m sorry, if I can’t say it back, because the word tastes bitter in my mouth.


I’m sorry, if my ‘I love you’s sound like ‘take care’ and ‘I miss you’, and 
I’m sorry, but please,  don’t tell me that you love me, but say that you’ll be kind to me.

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