Dear John

Lemme tell you a story you'll never believe.
It's about my true love that I'd never seen.
He was six foot five with a heart that would strive.
His love was the thing that always kept me alive.
He sent me texts and I sent them back.
When we cried we gave one another heart attacks.
Then one day he said something that left my heart with a crack.
"You look like a whore! How could you go out like that!?"
Hard.
So Hard.
I started to cry and wished that I'd die.
After that he never stopped.
All he did was sleep and be the rouge cop.
One day we were screaming at each other.
He yelled louder and insulted others.
With a scream I yelled back at him.
"Why don't you just hit me!? I wish I was dead! All I want is a bullet into my head!"
He stood there and stared with curious eyes,
as I sat there and continued to cry.
"If you truly loved me, you wouldn't be mean.
If you truly loved me, you'd set me free"
His eyes held a look that said it finally clicked.
He opened the door and said it wasn't a trick.
I ran out that door as fast as I could,
cause I knew if I didn't no one would have understood.