If love could scream

Every time you've laid a hand on my face
I question what it meant to be in love;
Punishment is only meant for those deserving
Yet my reality has been altered by it.

Did you ever care for me or were those
Sweet nothings another trap disguised
As love to keep me tied down for
One more night...

But my responses were always
Less then consensual, 'No, baby!
Please.. Not tonight?'
Funny how quickly I'd learn my place.

Month in and I was taught what love meant,
Just another child laying there
Praying to a God thay didnt exist,
At least not in that bedroom.

Is it sad that I still love you,
Or rather did you plan for this conviction all along?
I suppose thats what the nightmares are for,
An excuse to see you one more time in my dreams.