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Have you ever loved a man so much
that you lost yourself
that you looked in the mirror
and saw his face?
have you ever loved a man so much
that he cut his hand
and you bleed?
Bleed
bleed
have you?
Have you ever loved a man so much
that your thoughts were no longer your own
that you sat in the dark
and wondered
where you began
and where he ended
have you?
Have you ever loved a man so much
that you spent your days
thinking how to please him
get it right
not mess up
loved him
till each breath you took
was not your own?
Tell me?
Have you ever sat in a rocking chair
trying to find yourself
not knowing if you like red or blue
or maybe purple
because every thought was his
ever need belonged to him
until you were trapped within “love”
Have you ever loved a man like that?
Where nothing you do was never good enough
always being pushed to perfection
kneeing at his alter
praying for salvation
never seeing the face of God
Have you ever loved a man
so much
that when he hit you
you blamed yourself
wondered why
you could never get it right.
Loved him
so much
that when he left you
you sat at the kitchen table
and could not remember if you liked fish or chicken
because the choice was always his
could not decide
what to wear
where to go
who to see
how long to grow your hair
what size to
never over 120
the choice was always his
have you
ever
loved
a
man
that
much?
Have you ever loved a man so much
that when he discarded you
like used up rags
stepped on your heart
backed up
and stepped on it again
you asked yourself
what is wrong with me
why was I never enough
why could I not love him enough
to make him want to stay
Realizing that what you thought was your love for a man
was
hate
of
self.
Have you?
Well I have
I have loved a man that much
so much
that I lost myself
needed to remember who I was
what I like
needed to find myself
again
still searching
I still don’t know if I like red or blue or purple
I pray I never love a man that much again.
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