A Love Story- Part 8

Fighting for Love
A blow to the chest
A blow to the stomach
You hurt my body
But what you did to my soul was worse
Hitting the body you just kissed
Bruising the skin you just held so close
Hurting the person you just made love to
I've never done anything to you
But love you
So if I was wrong for that please let me know
How could you let something tear down what we've built
Explain why you felt it necessary to hit me
To become the very thing you hate
What feeling did seeing me quiver in fear give you
What satisfaction did you get from seeing my broken skin
What form of love makes this acceptable
How could you put the person you claim to love through so much pain
Did you feel powerful?
Felt like more of a man?
Standing over me with your foot on my throat
Squeezing the life out of me
Watching the tears run down my cheeks
Were you fighting my love?
Or fighting to keep it?
Or did you want to leave me as broken as you?
I get the feeling we're fighting for two different reasons
I'm fighting for love
Fighting to hold on to what we have
You're fighting from pain
Fighting to let go of a part of you you wish you didn't

(c) 2008