Tyrant

"If he picks on you, he likes you".

That's just always what I believed.

Every fight and every insult,

It's not pain,

It's what you need.

There were questions,

But no answers,

Respect and love was not the key.

And the truth about this man was,

It's not "we", it's only "he".

I ignored the humble man,

The sweet admirer who truly cared.

He saw the beauty that was in me,

Although I didn't treat him fair.

I continued with the tyrant,

Facing only pain and loss.

Knowing things should be so different,

As I tried to count the cost.

Discerning and denying,

Leaving behind all I've ever known.

Learning that love is something different,

From all that I've been shown.

Leaving the tyrant was not easy,

It was not in 1,2,3.

My sweet admirer helped me through it,

And he never mistreated me.

"If he picks on you, he likes you".

That's a lie please don't believe.

Love is patient and love is kind,

Love will never make you bleed.