When you were twelve, vagrant that you were,
Touched my hand, then denied the chills it gave you...
Did you know how you would hate me?
"I do not hate you, I only hate myself....I love you."
When you were here, distant as you were,
Called my name, then pretended I was gone...
Did you know then how you were dying?
"I wasn't dying...I did it for us....for us."
When you picked up the bottle, silent as your were,
Touched me hard, and made my spirit melt,
Did you know then that Satan owned you?
"I love you so much...I didn't do any of those things."
When you cried on my shoulder, lonely as you were,
Watched me leave, and cried upon the broken glass...
Did you know then that I would come back for you?
"I won't change for anybody. Nobody controls me. I love you..."
-Joy, who feels for all the women trapped by the men they love. |
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