They ask me how can I stand with these broken bones, I tell them it's better to stand broken than to stand alone. He hurts me but yet I stay, he told me it's tough love at the end of the day. Should I be embarrassed? Because now my bruises are starting to show, will people care? Maybe not so I won't bother to share. Kisses you'd think are warm turn out to be cold , you'd think the love he has for me would warm his insides but his heart is forever froze. Empty bed in the late night only makes me wonder is she something special to him? Is my love to hard that he needed something easy? To many questions come to mind but never enough answers, maybe because he's never here so my not knowing doesn't matter.
