I wish I didn't long for what isn't mine.
Our childhood years are now left behind.
He's a soldier and I'm the one who will never be fine.
His essence and feel are very kind.
Our several night stands left my heart intertwined.
He is her's and I find that he acts like he wants me but I can't have or take what isn't mine.
I'm the broken girl he found beaten bloody and blind.
The one whose face was busted from a man who was spose to have me as his wife.
Instead of love he showed me pain and it stung worse than the blades of his knife.