present-past.

We never really had good conversations,

certainly not about feelings,

certainly not about my feelings..

He never talked about feelings..

And I didn’t talk about what I felt,

Or what I thought,

Cause I knew he wouldn’t listen.

But I had feelings and so did he,

So we fought,

Before or after ‘making love’.

We fought all the time.

We wrestled on the bed.

He bit my lip untill it was blue

And I bit his nose,

untill tears rolled from his eyes.

We fought all the time.

I loved him..

The kind of love filled with hate.

The past continues...