If love could speak Every time you've laid a hand on my face I question what it meant to be in love; Punishment is only meant for those deserving Yet my reality has been altered by it. Did you ever care for me or were those Sweet nothings another trap disguised As love to keep me tied down for One more night... But my responses were always Less then consensual, 'No, baby! Please.. Not tonight?' Funny how quickly I'd learn my place. Month in and I learned what love meant, Just another child laying there Praying to a God thay didnt exist, At least not in that bedroom. Is it sad that I still love you, Or rather did you plan for this conviction all along? I suppose thats what the nightmares are for, An excuse to see you one more time in my dreams.