When I told him to love me harder
I didn't mean it literally
Some girls get flowers, some get hickies
Some even get babies
But I got bruises
Because instead of showing me the world
My man showed me balled fist
And I hid from my family a broken wrist
It was harder to hide the black eye
I learned to keep my mouth shut
If not, my teeth would have to make room for his knuckles
While my knees unbuckled from the weight of his blow
Crying never did me much good
My mascara always ran before I ever could
When I told him to love me harder
I should've seen this coming.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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