She Hates Love
She hates the fast heartbeat she gets from me
She hates our exchange of words
She kills the butterflies in her stomach
She wants to forget she’d once been Cupid’s victim
All because of a broken heart
A shattered piece of her
Had made her stop believing the supernatural
The little pain had made her alien to the language of the world
She yells at me for I make her feel all these
She beats me for I make her forget about her scars
She hurts me because I set her heart free
She kills me for I erase all the brokenness in her heart
She’s calloused and hurt from the darkness of the past
Now I live with her pain, now I suffer
Now I’m scarred and tired, a target of harm
Who’s the next victim?