Three ways to show you I love you
Is to tell you every chance I get
Is to hold you when you need me
Is to tell you what no one else can know
Three ways to show I care
Is to defend you
Is to get jealous
Is to be with you as you cry
Three ways to show I miss you
Is to call you
Is to send you pictures of hearts
Is to plan what we can do when we are reunited
Three ways to show I was lying
Is to call you and show up where you are
Is to yell at you
Is to accuse you of lying
Three ways to show I'm fake
Is to hit you
Is to laugh as you cry
Is to say things that I used to defend you from
Three ways to keep you quiet
Is to beat you
Is to threaten you
Is to kill you
Three ways to show I love you
Is to tell you every chance I get
Is to hold you when you need me
Is to tell you, quietly,
That you belong to me,
Is to say that you cannot tell of the abuse I put you through
(I wrote this about domestic violence.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem