I don't even remember where
I was sitting when he came in.
"You wanted to talk to me?"
You never know
what they're going to think.
"Yes." I say.
I was so damn worried.
This is so hard to do...
how do I say it?
I take a deep breath
slowly exhale...
Here it goes.
"I told her I loved her.
I meant it when I said it."
I told him slowly, in a whisper.
I knew he wouldn't like that.
I knew he would be mad.
"How long you been going around with her?"
I stayed silent.
"You give me a royal pain in the ass, if you want to know the truth."
That's all I am to him,
an inconvenience.
I felt like jumping
out of the window.
He came toward me.
I don't remember being scared.
I swear I don't remember
"When in the hell
are you going to grow up?"
he screamed at me.
I felt a sting across my cheek,
I had expected that.
He called me names,
I tried to ignore it.
"You don't do one damn thing
the way you're supposed to.
I mean it.
Not one damn thing."
What he didn't know was..
I liked it that way.
"I am who I want to be.
I want to be with her.
She is right for me."
That was my reply.
He had hold of my wrists.
I was almost bawling.
"You don't
know me at all."
I told her I loved her.
I meant it when I said it.
