She preferred
a gangster
not a poet
S.e.x not
love
Drugs
and alcohol not tea
and ice
cream
Clubs and
partying not
picnics
and romantic
walks
She preferred a
domestic
life,
violence,
and insults
Not a peaceful
life, tender
care, and poetry
She preferred a
busted lips
and a black
eye
Not a
goodnight
kiss and
breakfast
in bed
It kills me
seeing
you like
that!
That will
be my
Burden seeing
you suffer
like that
because I
was not good
enough
for you
~LostPoetFromHeaven
