The cuts and bruises weren't intentional.
He apologized, he regrets scarring me.
He didn't mean to hit me because he became unlucky.
He didn't mean it.
He didn't mean to burn me because he was angry.
He didn't mean it.
He didn't mean to rape me because he was hungry.
He didn't mean it.
He told me, He didn't mean it.
People ask why I act strange.
People ask about the burns and bruises.
They can never know it was him.
He loves me, He tells me so.
Bloody and alone, I sit and wait to take the love when he gets home.
