I love the way you lie

I'm sure most people have heard the song out by Eminem and Rihanna, but every time I hear it I am reminded of a poem I wrote several years ago when I was in an abusive relationship and at my end. So, I wanted to share it as an example of how God can fix anyone no matter how broken they are.

Please remember my poem is sarcastic and not literal just as is the song I referred to.

Take this knife and jab it in

Here's another try again

I'll find another if I need

Just thrust it in and watch me bleed

Do I sound a bit crazy to you?

Please let me know if I do

I just want you to know I love this game

I love the hurt, I love the pain

Please kick me down so I can get back up

If I've had too much I'll say "enough"

But I want you to ignore me if I do

And kick me til I'm black and blue

Go find some rocks, go find some stones

Bruise my body, break my bones

Don't stop until you feel my fear

Don't stop until you see my tears

When I start to cry you can take a break

It's time to laugh and spit in my face

You can pretend you are going to help me up

And I'll cry out "Enough! Enough!"

And there it is, that's your cue

You have some more work to do

I want it all, give it all you've got

Call me names like whore and slut

Lie to me, lie to me, lie to me please

Let me pretend, let me believe

Let me believe there's a chance for us

A chance for happiness, a chance for love

Let me believe I deserve this life

No, let me go get you another knife

And this time if you could just do it right

There will be no more arguing and no more fights

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