The men that withhold great strength to pick us up each time we fall is using the very same strength to push us to the ground
We have given them our hearts to mend and cautiously handle yet they break the small pieces that have left

We were drawn to the fists that we learnt and hoped will protect us from all rivals, it's Sad how we wish to excavate them from our skin
In the jolly moments of embracing the kisses they showered us with we had to learn to be numb to the venomous words they uttered

It's Sad how we have to go from sharing our darkest secrets with them to hiding the bruises they gift to us
We still hold on tight to the love we preach and the responsibility to keep our feelings to ourselves

From wondering what we have done to deserve the care they show us to throwing wonders on what we have done to earn the pain they have taught us
I hope they find it in their hidden charismatic hearts to forgive us, as we have already suffered enough

If this is a war we sincerely accept defeat
The men we fell in love with do strongly wish we were strangers to hate
If it is a punishment we admit we owe you a hill of apologies
We are truly sorry!!