It Doesn'T Hurt

Maa.

He isn't who you think he is.

He loves me and I love him back, Maa.

Don't cry when you see the purple marks by my eyes,

Be happy that they crinkle when I smile.

He makes me smile, Maa.

And when I don't, he tries, Maa.

This is the only love I wanted to witness,

He rips my heart out of my chest

These bite marks on my breasts,

Maa,

They're a declaration of his love

The way his arms shove

Me into the wall when I'm misbehaving

Don't worry Maa, I don't need saving

I'm happy beneath the pressure of his knuckles

And the cold metal of his belt buckle.

Maa

I'm happy.

He cares for me, it's evident

But he left his fingerprints

On my face the one time we fought,

Stupid me, I forgot

To wear the dress he bought

But who cares, Maa, who cares.

He makes love to me even when I'm tired

He sets my soul on fire

No, Maa, not literally

Not yet. Just sometimes

When he's mad he puts his cigarette out

On the palms of my hand

But Maa, look at how perfectly his fingers

Fit into the valleys between mine

These bruises were my mistake

I didn't reach the party on time

But Maa, this doesn't matter

Does it?

He loves me and I love him back

Maa, I'm in the right hands

Safe, like home.

And Maa, they are strong.

A little too strong.