I wish I was perfect but I’m not like you

roses are red

violets are blue

I wish I was perfect

but I’m not like you

you tell me each day

that I’m not enough

through a punch to the ribs

or a slap on my cuff

you say that you love me

buy love back with gifts

but I don’t know how long

I can take all these shifts

I’m scared of your anger

but can’t go without

So I cover my bruises

and stifle my shout

I promise myself

that one day you’ll change

I adapt and reform

while I wait in pain

but roses are red

and violets are blue

no matter your actions

I still find ways to love you