Bruised, battered, beaten:
The condition of my heart
How did it get this way?
Where do I start?
The beginning was beautiful
The start of something new
like a flower in the sun
The relationship grew
Sweet, passionate kisses
holding hands in the park
Spending summers together
sharing secrets in the dark
All of a sudden
feelings got stronger
three words were spoken
and our love grew stronger
Then as soon as it started
our love came to a halt
the trust was broken
and it was all my fault
Yet he found it in his heart
to forgive me and stay
I promised to be better
and never again stray
As days passed
and months turned into years
There became less smiles
and an abundance of tears
He would yell
and I would scream
we were never on the same page
at least, that's how it seemed
Promises were made
but never kept
expectations weren't met
and tears were wept