Romanticism

You could've kicked my teeth right out my mouth
And I'd make it worth while,
I'd mop up the blood; hide my tender gums
And rearrange each tooth back into a smile.

You could've punched the freckles off my face
And I wouldn't even had to think twice,
I'd use each one to dot my i's
In the story of our love paradise.

You could've humiliated, name called and bullied me
Behind closed doors or in the streets,
But when people asked how I loved someone so sour
I'd say they are mistaken; you're ever so sweet.

You could've left marks on my body and mind
Scars cuts and bruises on flesh and on heart,
I believed when you said it's my fault for being such a stupid bitch
But if they didn't see them then they'd still think I'm smart.

You could've broken my heart and left me lonely
Down and out; scared and a mess,
I'd still shout from the roof tops when you eventually came home
'Oh man - My baby's the best'.

People only get to see the strong side of me
This facade I put up in my poems,
Even if I had to write it in my own blood
Only beautiful words would come flowing.

But now that you've been sent away
And I've finally been released from your prison,
I can start to accept and project my true feelings
Instead of sugar coating them with romanticism.