When I told him to love me harder,
I didn’t mean it literally
Some girls get flowers, some get hickies
Hell, some even get babies
But I got bruises
Because my man always chooses
To display to everyone that I’m his girl
And instead of showing me the world
He shows me a balled fist
And I hid from my family a broken wrist
It was harder to hide the black eye
But you know I was a clumsy kid growing up
I always managed to trip over the good ones
And land on the bad guy
Crying never did me much good
My mascara always ran before I ever could
When I told him to love me harder
I should’ve seen this coming
He used to be a prince
But ever since,
I started spending a lot of time putting on perfume
And painting my nails
It would consume
The time I usually needed to worship at his feet
And I thought I reached my feat
Once he said our relationship was heading in a backward
direction
I agreed, he slapped the lipstick off my face
And managed to have an erection
After a while I never muttered any ifs, ands, or buts
I learned to keep my mouth shut
If not, my teeth would have to make room for his knuckles
While my knees unbuckled from the weight of his blow
He loved me harder
And let everybody know