He treats me bad,
He makes me sad.
I Try to make him happy,
But he stays so mad.
He pulls me down,
Kicks me around.
He turns my smile,
Into a frown.
I guess I'll never be,
In a wedding gown.
He calls me names,
And to him, I'm always to blame
But the way he treats me,
He should be ashamed.
We always fight,
Day and night.
Why does he treat me this way?
For all of this, one day, he'll pay
I don't know why I stay,
But for him and our problems
I pray.
He thinks he can make it all ok,
By saying sorry
And giving me a kiss.
I don't think he gives a piss.
Im the one he talks about,
Then be wonders why I shout.
He don't know,
He tares my heart out.
Then makes fun of me cause I pout.
I try to tell him,
how he makes me feel.
But he continues to do it still,
I wonder if he gets a thrill.
He don't know,
For him I'd kill.
Does he even think,
Im beautiful still?
If front of his friends,
He calls me names.
I wonder if they,
think of him the same?
With all my heart,
I love him for real.
Just to make him happy,
At his feet I'd kneel.
The way he treats me,
It's such a shame.
If our relationship ends,
He will be the one to blame.
Written by: Krystal Brewington
10-11-2015
- Author: Krystal Brewington/Poore (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 21st, 2017 01:24
- Comment from author about the poem: How the man u was with a couple years ago, treated, done, and made me feel.. Just took all those feelings and put it all into words on paper and this is what I ended up with....
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