Love

my lips are a permanent frown,

i've been damaged and broken,

torn apart by words you've spoken

they cause me to drown

my life is full of pity,

and when you are around

you make it sound empty

but still so very loud

i feel like a tissue,

i'll rip at the slightest touch

it's not me that's the issue,

it's you and your crutch

late nights full of drinking,

all the clubs and the booze,

you'll hit me without thinking,

i'm just your doll to abuse

from what once was affection,

it's now forgotten dreams,

it's a deadly infection,

one that makes me burst at the seams

love is not hatred,

shouting and crying,

not the words that you spit on me,

but the ones that i dream of,

just tell me what you love,

but make sure that you see

the sadness you cause,

the damage i receive