roses are red

just like blood 

when you leave me

it’s like a flash flood. 

violets are blue 

just like the bruises you give me

when you say you love me

are you being truthful?

or do you see me as being ruthful?

cant sleep at night, im thinking of you 

late night thoughts 

keeping me up 

how would i ever stop my brain 

from going and going? 

never ending pattern

always confused

my life is a stimulation 

but i wanna be his muse.

i get the blues thinking of you 

many bruises on my body

i refuse the abuse. 

roses are red 

violets are blue 

i hope you love me 

as much as i love you.