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I bet if I got you butt naked and alone that my touches wouldn’t mean anything because I still see the footprints of him from when he walked on your womb, and since your water inadvertently broke that day he called himself Jesus, and yet you still served him for longer than you should’ve, I can’t touch your heart because his fingerprints still reside on your cardiac from when he ripped it through your back from frontal shots to your chest, caution tape resides on your mouth from a murder scene that your spirit encountered, so I’m sorry for the time I brought you flowers since you mistook me for attending your own funeral, I was just tryna be romantic, nothing I do can ease that pain, you even cry when I’m analyzing your frame, I’m simply looking at your body and determining which part I’m a kiss first, but you see my look as his look and which part will he hurt worst, will you have to add makeup to makeup for your bruised eyes because of his bruised ego when you told him there is a better man than you out there, and he responded by snatchin you by the hair, callin you , punches, kicks, all that that reminds me of why bruce jenner did what he did, cause some men need the operation cause they the same that all men crave in life, And the only time I’m that is when I’m drinking from the well of my wife, cause it’s true in some cases, you are what you eat, and I’m simply trying to taste the fruit that was banned in Eden out of sheer love, and I wonder why do you consider this as love, love isn’t broken bones, love isn’t staying at work because you afraid to come home, love isn’t black eyes, or locked in the bathroom cries, that’s simply death because when your soul is killed it’s hard to resurrect to give to another man, so I’m sorry for his hands, I’ll cut mines off if I have too, just to show you that I won’t grab you and force you to take what you don’t deserve, beat me in the face so you can get your revenge, I want you to let it all out even if its at my expense, cause unlike what they say, love does cost a thing and it aint to do with wedding rings, love is purchased in the comfort of knowing the one you share your soul with won’t try to destroy you, so let me nine eleven you, blow you up to build you back up, and you will be stronger than you were ever before, and this has nothing to do with conspiracy, this is sheer resurrection on the third day, when I rolled the stone away and found the grave empty, because you had risen from your crucifixion and actually saved me, because your life, showed me how to properly love you
